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No one ever told us And no one knew we’d come.

A reader’s poem: My father was no good at painting, Couldn’t change a plug or a fuse, But he’d sort out your fits or your fainting, And neurotics, he’d gladly amuse.

Do politicians give a damn About the plight of their fellow man? Or is their only thought, let’s say, Get re-elected come what may? Find an issue, sort the sound bite, Spin it, milk it with all their might, Then get it on the statute books, All that matters is how it looks! Kid’s referendum what a wheeze Dotted the

A poem about Love — For Jess I carry you with me.

Seven am on the Algarve, So good clay smells, clay spouting green, Gardeners, sun-grizzled, ply their trade, Air is liquid, blue flowers preen.

I didn’t suspect I had a dickie ticker, If  I did, I may have gone to A&E quicker, The pain came on slowly, not all of a sudden, So, thankfully, I’d time to finish the black and white puddin’.