The head is a W.C. on a Boat,
The head sits above the throat,
The King’s Head sits behind a moat,
If you find the head to bring,
Do not gloat as it might be yours,
That is next to be brought,
After the battle to be fought,…
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Scammerlot was obvious,
Even Seller Name a giveaway,
Who was John Bunker anyway,
101 told me to talk to Ebay,
So I contacted Paypal,
And now I await a response,
One should be coming within 24 hours,
If not further it is to be taken then ok…
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What is the rub Vic?
A vapour for cleaning the sinuses,
Or,
A magical substance of non-abuse,
A balm to smell with,
To produce a haze around you for protection from germs,
In some cases the germs need protection from us in the event they are good,
…
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We travel in a dictated fashion,
Iron rails straight and true,
carry us through countryside,
And built up areas where people live,
Norfolk sped past whilst I sat and wrote,
I tried not to memorise anything by rote,
Hard it is to do that,
Much better to…
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Beagles were welcome here,
Actually they are welcome here,
Their owners need to be careful,
Because the Beagles bark is deep,
This makes for quite a feat of,
The imagination as the author,
cannot draw,
Except he was not a gunslinger in a previous life,
This…
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Broad Norfolk accent he had,
Making for a tail of the rail,
Steam he said he rode,
Stoking and driving the steel road,
Dressed in Blue,
Orange waistcoat wearing to make for Health and safety in conversation,
Mardling in a way not thought out until we talked,
…
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Singing well makes for poem of writing,
Hearing passes to pen and stood still I write about it,
Four before, how many next 21 years when,
Things have not made sense,
Now they are clear and like,
Crystal, not a maze,
Running no more,
four came before
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Woman right before me, Man to the left in front, Trains in the background shunt, Flower on the table colour exposing and absorbing, Music Ends. David A. Robertson 14.08.16
Happy birthday to you, Another year has been made through and through, Do I hear a phew? Perhaps a little Mew? I reckon it is time for a brew, Don’t let it stew. David A. Robertson 08.08.16
We sat around the square table, Eating breakfast gently, Trying not to disturb each other’s Karma, Or harm her, as it were. David Robertson, 05.08.16
