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To Winston
Your whiskers tickling my face
by KevinDunn
8 lines, 6 comments,
on May 10 9:06 AM 2005. In Love
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Weeding the Garden by Moonlight
I have barely started these nocturnal labours
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Climbing
The German battleship Tirpitz capsized after being bombed in a Norwegian fiord late in World War II. Several hundred of the crew perished in the uptur
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This elderly grandee,
after long journeyings
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A corybantic virtuoso in a quiet street,
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Another piece of magic is this summer river;
swimming down between the old jetty's pilings
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At Winchester
I wonder sometimes at the suits and anoraks,
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Morning in Toronto
Jet-lagged into semi-reality I set out
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Dinghy Sailing
It must be hard to sail a boat without wonder,
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One Memory
My grandfather had a model sailing ship
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Sestina on a Model Railway Exhibition
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Caravan at Selsey
No room in the bed-and-breakfast
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Dirge for a Defeat, 2003*
You forget, or it dwindles quite often,
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He could not dig
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Grass-Stems at the Zoo
In grass stems a white butterfly
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Why do they do it, the senseless ones (we all know them)
who fight without hope, who go on to the end
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Coffee in the sun with the blue-green
smooth river spread, turning golden-brown
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Ode to a slug found in my worm-farm:
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To a Lawyer
You image-improvement, alas!
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Island morning
The tethered dinghies nod in a row,
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Sonnet on Shrimps
A week submerged in summer, and the boat
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Once I loved you
but now I do not.
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