Short St Johns Poems

love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to 
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and 
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the 
mouth of an alligator....

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I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past practice
and mud galore for the land lugger

wannabe grandad Rockabilly singers
and Betty Boothroyds cottage on display
St Johns Ambulance eagerly waiting patrons
Dray horses carrying wagons
This was an  experience to enjoy...

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