bring back echoes


bring back echoes (  s q u i n t  &  i t ‘ s  p o e t r y  )

poetry won't mow your lawn

or kill a foe or fix your fence

poetry won't do duvets


or pitch up tents

poetry won't open tins

or make you tea or walk the dog

poetry won't save the whale

the unicorn

or poor hedgehog

poetry won't make it rain

lest bring the sun - yes clear this mist

poetry won't make you sane

that's madness-talk 

 sane don't exist

poetry won't push your swing

where you sit down in yon playground

poetry won't wipe your arse

it's more

the other way around


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