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Thursday, 8 March 2012

POETRY: Steve Smith - Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

1 comment:

  1. i love you for posting this.
    it has touched me deeply
    in ways i do not care to share.
    you see it wouldn't be appropriate.



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