Friendly favours
Refreshing the faces
Some may say jogging the memory
Greetings to you
In this building filled with hundreds of thousands of thoughts
A familiar feature or two
Who shakes the hand
Of the little boy without his hat
A few paces
Near
To him, you’re further away than you have ever been before
Wandering down this unfamiliar side
For some fish and chips
A quick battering
Upon this street
You know how I mean
Everyone that I greet
Even without the eyes
That help us to see
The scent would be enough
Always
To heighten my absorption
Always
Pages now fat
The boy that lost his hat
Come back
Come back
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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Harry, I am still trying to figure out what I like about your poems. They are certainly original and interesting curiosities that seem both totally original and yet hauntingly familiar.
But one thing I know: your poems have the best titles. Charm of the Scoundrel was my favorite until this! Thanks for sharing these.
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