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Lionel Derbyshire

O scratchy ear 
Why you itch 
Is someone near ?
I am just sitting down
Looking at a tile 
Which is plastered down.
On a floor
With an empty soul.
I contemplate
With frightly expectations.
No thing is guaranteed.
I hear scandal
Words describing me
Heartly tearing me
Right down to the bone.
They lie with myth
Festering my flesh.
Their knives are long
Castor could be right ..
Pollux could be wrong
Bright stars dim me light
Gemini's out of sight
Their justice talking
Music to my ears ?
Or lyrical decadence
What is the difference ..
Of their deceit
There to amuse
Their lie's of me.
Their bugs don't hurt
The stab in my back
Right into my pride.
Is only sorely heard.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 6/8/2016 10:32:00 AM
"Even the frantic fly will lie still for a moment" Chuck Upsome
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Date: 6/9/2016 2:29:00 AM
Beautifully told ...thank you Tim