Poems by Vernon Scannell

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They should not have left him there alone,
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come
And now another autumn morning finds me
The bar he went inside was not
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese
The appetite which leads him to her bed
THE SENTENCE
It is a curious experience
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
The unrelated paragraphs of morning
Silver Wedding
Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow
The naked hunter's fist, bunched round his spear,
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave
Waiting for her in the usual bar
He killed his wife at night.

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