Mark Heathcote

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My stories

The colours of the sunrise

Some say her eyes are blue Others that they are green Another said they’re brown

Every flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee

Every flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee And each time I look at these flowers I’m glad I’m so glad not to be as lonely as a bee!

The cog

So, the world is always out of focus In its Ferris wheel of strangeness It locates to the nearest cog deftly.

“Uncertainty”

The newly, betrothed Wanted only, to sit with me. So there must be alarm bells Of real, “uncertainty”, Ringing… inside needlessly. I’m not your agent nor am I

Says the singer - before you…

Your voice is underdeveloped It won’t grow an atom- More! …Bigger! But what use is this famed, futility, Matched to order… “Oh you feed the greedy, crowd …

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