Mark
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The Young Old ManA Poem by MarkThere was a man of thirty threeWho would complain and grumble with gleeMoaning was his hobbyParticularly food that tasted dodgyHe would turn off the l.. |
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GoodbyeA Poem by MarkNoticing the light in the skyI wondered about the timeSleepless nightsMeaningless might’sThe sun never seems to shineWhite rose, yellow rose?My .. |
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Lonely DaysA Poem by MarkThe sound of the magpie breaks the silenceAwakened from a daydreamTortured by remembranceI no longer want to dreamVentures in the pastAre no places to.. |
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