Collected poems that everyone
Can see themselves reflected in,
Of flower-strewn girls, of ponies gone,
A ranch-hand wreaks the deadly sin.
Filling up the parting glass;
Of cats and men and ladies, too.
World War One and graves en masse;
Of dynamite and the Devil’s brew.
Machu Picchu and Galway Town;
Whoever said, ‘Old Men Don’t Fall?’
From Java’s mud to nature’s gown,
The pages here unveil them all.
Minimum arrestable delinquency;
The haggis that truly took my heart;
In elegant idiosyncrasy
I take my leave, I must depart.
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