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Alan Zimbabwe
John Dillinger
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Clarence Peabody
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Yesterday a postcard came,
A soundless drop to floor through frame,
To pause in glorious Technicolor,
A scene of somewhere on the floor...
Someone somewhere sent this space,
Of what they thought I find no trace,
Just my name and my address,
Nothing more and nothing less...

In the hall the telephone rings
Click-click-beep- and then she sings
Siren pauses down the line,
Tears that pause the track of time,
Nothing ventured or explained,
No name place and no refrain,
Just the length of time to guess
Who you were and your request...

Come the knocking at the door
Footsteps in the hall that swore,
Stoke the engines of my doubt,
Do I turn the house lights out?
But the church mice watch T.V.
A moth to a candle and a cup of tea,
A shoulder for the hunger,
A way of staying younger...

And we walk out in the park,
It's winter now, and growing dark,
I know now which paths you'll take,
Past the band stand to the boating lake,
You'll grab my hand and not think twice,
Hurtling out across the ice,
All I want is company,
Won't you please come drown with me?

Onwards to oblivion.