Dark Poetry #4 |
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Long live the Dead |
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since 2007-01-15
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Joan’s dad is dead cause Ivor just said Now (insert name) was a real Jack the lad When Ivor found Joan He wasn’t at home A coal minor raised Joan as her dad In those days of course for better or worse One never knew one was adopted Though Ivor did well I think you can tell He became a home carer co-opted Now it is sad to loose any dad To loose anyone sure can’t be nice Then to take control with no real goal Sorts out the men from the mice Well I could go on but I have to run To check on my kindred and kith It would be funny I might find some money Then live out my last days in bliss |
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