Three Eights
Poetry in three-eights time.
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Brian Oxley
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Lie upon a bed of roses
You must laugh at me
Once I had a ring
Ensnared or freed?
Afterwards
On writing a French poem
The portrait
Sunday
The letter U
Feeling loss
Friday, May 06, 2005
I win
Out of reach sits the body wash
Resting at your natural level,
But your arms reach me perfectly.
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