( suddenly all’s fine )

~

( suddenly all’s fine ) ( after this poem it’s out of the system )




why are we here?

writing these poems?

we could be playing golf


hitting those balls

yeah - watch out & fore

into those bunkered holes


with our golf clubs

our special golf chums

we're all so golfly dressed


retired planners

retired c.i.d

a dodgy sweatered mess

...





















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