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Trevor Harrison Poem
Healing from the desert storm-
Mouth parched and bleeding
For what
A simple thought: run and lost,
Or the sun upon the first frost
Never will it all lie still,
Until the last fish’s gill
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Trevor Harrison Poem
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Shall the wind blow on tomorrow's eve,
A lethargy you are not to impede.
We hold it dear; yes, so dear.
Two deer?
Why think of deer; No, no dear.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Do we run the track?
The track outruns us; Yes
Our hands are tied,
Freeing has been tried.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Twelve hens speak devil's tongue
Eleven are dead having been flung
Tick Tock
It strikes as every minute wastes away
We pray; We pray
Ten times tomorrow and today
Tick Tock Tick Tock
A creature’s box
Nine times both dead and alive
Eight through four spent in misery
Most are the same
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Hours spent for what?
Three meaningless rhythms.
Tick Tock
Perhaps it’s time.
Tick; a click
Tock; a clock
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Trevor Harrison Poem
The rams were shackled with ramshackle shackles.
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