E.C.F. Doyle
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It's A Funny Old WorldA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleNot my usual sort of thing. |
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HibiscusA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleComing to the foreFor a momentary injectionOf light or meaning.Kisses the day, withers,And is forgotten.A thought in Bedlam. |
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Love?A Poem by E.C.F. DoyleI shall try to explain, a fear as it is; When in adjacent seats, strangers do meet, Or more so, do not meet. The brushing of shoulders .. |
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Hanging OverA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleWhere will we be in our wandering hours,When the quarter light splits the nightAnd we toll the dreaded dower?Recalling divine heroes of mendacious dre.. |
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The Captain and The SeaA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleWords. |
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NamelessA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleTransitional periods in life can be defined by our nameless associates. |
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The Hands That KnowA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleMaybe time is not on our side? |
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SchooldaysA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleWe live and die in schools |
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TreeA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleLife withers, trees grow. |
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ArtA Poem by E.C.F. DoyleAbstract structured blank verse. |
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