Two Spoons and The Remains of Frank Mills
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It was the Almeirah That I arranged And rearranged When my brothers Also your father Were away on the roads Courting their women And I home all to myself It was the Almeirah Which kept away The ghosts Creeping in From behind In the mid of the night When the clock stuck Twelve It was the Almeirah Which housed The elusive me Who peaked out Only through the mirror It was the Almeirah Behind which The “tup”, “tup” kitties Lived Until I wooed them To the Warmth of my neck Under the thick Black hair It was the Almeirah Which housed My father’s treasures, A tie or two And an unworn coat Few shirts Few trousers And his taste And his soul Soul is not your care Antique is Sentiments you know not Emotions stir you not Four years in this abode You learned nothing Having grown up In the world of Competition, jealously And greed When you came to me You owed nothing Now you do Two spoons, Big N' small The Remains of Frank Mills, My bed mate Ah! The duplicate House Key And, Of course, The Almeirah - August 2008
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Uploaded on August 25, 2008