Sorry Good Friday Poems

Four months pregnant
show them the belly.
Real not plastic,

Ultrasound glares pierce
a lack of eye contact

stuck at the Papa John's
on Fountainbridge. Eleven PM.

Drunken men to be avoided.

A...

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Now we all had those crazy adventures
Playing silly willy games in lectures
Everyone deserves that one tasty lollipop
Not just any flavor but the one that makes...

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The blood that flowed on Calvary
Was freely shed, just for me.

I nailed one of His hands to the tree
I helped to arrest Him in Gethsemane.
I...

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‘MY DAD’

It was on 'Good Friday'1973,

The doctor delivered his verdict, he said 'he has the big c',

He stood there expressionless, not a flicker crossed his...

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