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She spoke to the ghost last night

He said he’d come again

He thinks it’s suspicious

That she can’t say where she’s been

He wishes she would tell him

What lies beyond the path

He barely contains the sunshine

Hidden within his wrath


Poem- Burdock

She dreamed good dreams of burdock

She rested in the moor

She danced across the arbor

And broke the latch on the door

She threw a stick of fire

Into the thatched hut

And when the fire died

She didn’t give up

She threw the stones in Eden

And slapped the only poor

And when she came even

She forgot to lock the door

Don’t open the window

Don’t clear your mind

You know what will happen

When you’re left behind

Leave me alone

I’m so tired of you

But you are the candle’s flame and I’m a moth

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