
At last I am losing weight Try it in your local hospital.The food had a peculiar flavour
Is it the detergent in the dishwasher?
Now all my clothes are too big
I look like a Victorian workhouse inhabitant.s? Is that bad ?
At last I am losing weight Try it in your local hospital.The food had a peculiar flavour
Is it the detergent in the dishwasher?
Now all my clothes are too big
I look like a Victorian workhouse inhabitant.s? Is that bad ?
Of course we know now that burning people changes them into small particles in the air.
As with anything else as people who lived near ICI can tell us.
We can’t turn something into nothing
In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin
Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, they breathed sin.
The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.
So Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.
And who they thought destroyed lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews, borne on their skin.
Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, the bared.
In Bedzin and in Krakow we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin
Hennetwistle has a railway stop
The name is Viking now it’s usually spelled
Entwistle, where reservoirs fill up
Manchester wants water, here it’s held
Too Thirlmere is an artificial lake
For tea in Manchester, those thirsty folk
How much more d’ye think that they will take?
Hamlets drowned, dull cypress trees that cloak
I once passed through Darwen on a train
On the way to Ilkley with my aunt
No memory of bliss with me remains
Except the flowers so wild, their ghosts still haunt
Yet nowhere else gives me the feel of home
This landscape is my body and my soul
I saw my house uprooted like a tree
Great roots were severed, how I ached to see
And all was tossed without my love and care
Bits of earth fell from the roots. now bare.
Barbaric in its mad intensity
I wept the tears of grief for you, for me.
Our home attacked,destroyed and I lie here.
Putting out the flames with profuse tears
Lamenting for my love who died within
The collapsing of my world now with no sun
The house a symbol of our marriage true
Cannot stand without a me and you
So my vision passed and I am here
My memories are my only souvenir
I want an unjust divorce.
Why?
I need something to. complain about
Just stay married.That should suffice.
I hadn’t thought of that.
You must take life more slowly.
Make better preparations and mull it all over before you do anything.
Thank you, doctor.
How we see is mote important than what we see
Anon
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Beef Worry with wild eyes
Roast ram and bees with crashed donators
Cheese Heart with flakey Maestro.
Beef with green weeds
Mustard Heart on raw plumage
Fraudberry Cream
Lemon Fright with double memes
Apple pi and trigonometry custard
Fruit jelly with Bird’s flustered made with real silk