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My Opologies Sail Away
Robert Hawkins
Married ladies whom I should meet port side.
Plain-o,plain-o indiscreet that we do starboard anchor.
Murmuring tales of husband whom also untrue halyard.
Yet electromagnetic I cling in hopes of her ketch.
Poor me I do always assume she is for me schooner.
Yet as eve draws near it's him she runs to her main sail.
One of is untrue splitting leeward from me.
Her nights with him windward her days unsure.
Forever she is running luffing jib away to love.
Then there it is she finds me foundering.
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bobby
note; Mr Underhill?
Hate is just another cavity for which there is no fill.
..... Emily Reeve ..08
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: