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Tent Pegs Burnt Legs

Tent pegs, burnt legs Sun cream, ice cream Swimming trunks, squashed lunch Peeling tum, after sun. Dusty feet, collapsing seat Folding table, electric cable, Sleeping pods, fishing rods Guide ropes foreign notes. Ground sheet, birds tweet. Wind break, tent shake Top box midnight fox Sweeping floor, rubbish torn Barbecue, dodgy loo, Gritty toes, runny nose Flip flops dirty tops Backpack rucksack Gas ring, bee sting Bug spray, all day Camping Gaz, not last Airbed enough said Glowstick picnic Washing up, worst luck Beard grown, photos shown Journey home, money blown

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Date: 2/14/2022 2:57:00 AM
I love this. I have recently become a real fan of the staccato rhythms of short verses, and this is just great. A real ear tickle!
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Date: 1/24/2022 2:51:00 PM
Your poem Graham has an uncanny tempo to the song (Baggy Trousers) by Madness, if not familiar you should have a listen online, great poem to read but only when indoors, cheers David
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Date: 1/23/2022 9:21:00 AM
Love this poem, to which I can relate. Great rhythm and well written. Best wishes...Ron
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