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R.C Morose

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  • 03 Jan 2015
    12

    Alcoholic With Sick On His Shoes

    Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
    Sat on a brown wooden bench
    In the middle of town
    With his old

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  • 31 Oct 2014
    11

    My Thoughts

    I could write a poem about everything wrong with this world
    And only a minority would care
    I could

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  • 08 Aug 2014
    22

    Possessions

    Possessions
    As soon as you get it
    Someone wants to take it

    Possessions make you a

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  • 28 May 2014
    2

    13:31

    Thirteen Thirteen Thirty One
    I Sat In The Barbers Chair
    Paid My Money To Leave A Little

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  • 19 May 2014
    1

    Sleep

    Sleep it said
    Sleep said the voice
    In my head

    Sleep
    Its the greatest gift we have
    So stop

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  • 15 May 2014
    44

    Poet Tree

    Sat under the poet tree
    Whose branches reach out words
    That have inspired local writer's for

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