Category: Timothy Scotson

             Brass,                                                              old and crac                                                          ked in places still          

Beginning    The winning         While whining             And pining                  For chimed things                         Like crime stings                                       For new bling                                    

One             Sound                          Dripping                                             Like Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Rain  

Once upon a time we built statues to honour our dead.Now we only kill poppies.

Jack approaches the Queen,Tells her that he thinks theAces are plotting to overthrow the king.She tells him not to worry:the deck is stacked. My Prayers

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#100Poems are being written by the Bellows Poetry Collective in order to raise £999 for Birmingham SOUP! Tweet us your titles, themes and donate https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/bellowspoetry

#100Poems are being written by the Bellows Poetry Collective in order to raise £999 for Birmingham SOUP! Tweet us your titles, themes and donate https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/bellowspoetry

#100Poems are being written by the Bellows Poetry Collective in order to raise £999 for Birmingham SOUP! Tweet us your titles, themes and donate https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/bellowspoetry

22. When I heard that my fatherhad suffered a heart attackI was not surprised. It was just like himto feel so much that his delicate