Fleshpots Poems - Poems about Fleshpots

...At the Depot As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn to waiting homes no mails are borne from the depot. Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news but his screwed up tabloid gives him......

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...Another Gold Far from profit’s crass allure, At a place somewhat obscure, A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre; He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire. No. not of gold that Midas stores Behind fast-......

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...You were born in a war ravaged state You lost your man to the caprices of fate You fell prey to your wayward ways Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances You were drowned in the tide of darkness ......

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