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Alice Hinton Poem
When that boy
Spotted our carpets
With guilt,
My mother said to me
Don’t worry
We will laugh about it
One day.
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Alice Hinton Poem
If there was a god
That looked down and saw everything,
If there happened to be some anonymous observer,
Somewhere a distant voyeur of human life,
Then maybe science wouldn't be so scary
And the answer ‘no’
So right.
Copyright © Alice Hinton | Year Posted 2014
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Alice Hinton Poem
Sat squatting, you wait
cold as your own mind set.
Is this the church you chose?
Illusive is the sanctitude
that you so feverishly search for.
Yet still you wait,
so patiently in the damp light.
Under duress,
as if the corruption
means nothing.
The blankets on which you sit,
can’t keep the cold
from seeping though.
Copyright © Alice Hinton | Year Posted 2014
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