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Memories Emily Reeve
Robert Hawkins
I hate my right arm!
When raising a salute with my left.
When I think of her.
Airport, our tickets lost in destiny.
Raised my left arm wine held high.
Right arm in primitive mode groping of her.
Though go hither and yon.
It' not without me you will go.
Tell your later loves, sharing a glass of wine.
Will it be you think of me?
"God, I wish this were Bobby."
Worst you can expect is yet to come.
Bobby, lifting his glass thinking of you.
Later upon later loves will know.
Runnels of white wine cascading down you.
That I drink that I love a good wine?
Between your breasts me at your knees?
Oh, oh, I exclaim, what a woman wine all over.
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bobby
Note; damn babe!
I am so, so shocked.
White wine before dessert?
In the afternoon?
Why,, babe,, why,, why, your a Barbarian!
What will I tell my folks?
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: