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I English by Steve Wakeling
Robert Hawkins
Sailed distant shores.
Distant americas.
Cleverly they contacted we.
Use of ablonie shells.
We cleverly enslaved them.
At the least eradicated them.
Brings to mind.
Momma's nursery rhyme.
"Had a little bird her name was Enza."
"Thought I lost my little bird Enza."
"That night opened my window."
"And in flew Enza."
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Steve Wakeling 5/22/11
PS,, genetics is a wonderful thing.
Who needs spores anymore?
Dear reader?
You all the vector we ever need.
Your dear friend.
Steve Wakeling 5/22/11
Whom like Oscar Wilde.
While modicum of talant gay and should in prison.
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see who lobes me now.
lobes,, not love.
s w
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: