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Cherry

By Parson Thru

Thu, 05 Oct 2017
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There’s a whiff of danger in the air
It hangs about this balcony chair
Where stories in the hourly news
Evoke the ticking of a fuse

 
People pass like nothing’s changed;
The world has not become deranged
Workmen drilling in their hole
Portero mopping-out his hall
 
But many speak, in confidence
About the danger they can sense
Despairing of the politics
That brought them to this desperate fix
 
I scour Lorca's empty sky
For answers, as I wonder why
The project of eternity
Has pulled up short for you and me
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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Interesting times indeed

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Indeed.

Thanks insert!! x

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ewan on

a sucker for a punning title me. And I do like a something that rhymes and scans. Score on both points PT.

Has escrito bien, verdad.

Ewan

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Gracias, Ewan. I couldn't resist the title once that format fell in place. Is it still hot where you are? Temps set to fall here. People are quoting San Miguel at me. His fault, apparently.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ewan on

the mercury continues above 30 degrees. The temperatures normally fall in September everywhere, not this year. Yes, San Miguel the cause, San Miguel the cure.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

:)) Salud!

Parson Thru