The hunger of Albert Fish
You were an old man, And you took what wasn’t yours, To prepare slowly, then to consume, Blessed be the children.
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You were an old man, And you took what wasn’t yours, To prepare slowly, then to consume, Blessed be the children.
Continue readingYou smiled at me once upon a time, And my heart did shatter, For I could never have you.
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I always saw you, When I was A child, My heart would Miss a beat, And you would Walk past, Never seeing me, And I never learnt Your name.
I found a conker today,
A deep rustic brown,
The sunlight was shining on it,
And my thoughts of Autumn are plenty.
It seems that a glass or two of red wine, is good for the poet in me
My first love, Lorraine, We were just children, Holding hands in the playground.