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Cosmetic words make up your day
giving no-one the true picture,
till you feel enough of your facade
has been absorbed.

Working on human good nature,
a stroke of the arm or a swift
smile of wanting to know you,
has given you hope.

The choir sings out of your life
misleading us as a choir cannot
have on voice, but must have
many that so far are unheard.

Stroking us till we purr want
and understanding, of liking
and knowledge of who you are,
we playfully grasp and nip.

Yet our tiny claws of humour
puncture your fragile, badly
constructed picture of a deep
and malice free creature.

Show this, the real man
so hidden, yet your name
we always knew, as chiffon
does not cover as can damask.

Cosmetic words make up your day,
working on human good nature,
The choir sings out of your life,
Stroking us till we purr want,
yet our tiny claws of humour,
show this, the real man.

Ask not what you can do to poetry, but what poetry can do to you.

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The following comments are for "Fox Amongst the Pigeons"
by londongrey

Thanks Huni...
I'm so impressed you got all that, it is about someone in my group of offices who is the most shallow person I have ever come across.


Alex xxx

( Posted by: londongrey [Member] On: January 10, 2005 )

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