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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - English rose
M A Heathcote
O where roam I my English rose
But to your bed where I depose
In dying bloom and sleepless rest
Upon your lily white breast
To do my unholy, unearthly, best
O where does the eagle nest
But on the farthest edge
Of the highest mountain ledge
With wings shining fluoresced
By a hearts true pledge
O why does the toreador kill?
When a tawny great lion hunts
Itís more than to just a dunghill
Or a man in many splendid garments
A man and all his sad remnants
O why canít I like a lame camel drink?
In an oasis desert just to eavesdrop
And listen to a red headed, bricktop
Iíd rethink working in a sweatshop
Walking around going clip-clop_
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