Poems by Aitch

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  • No fancy paper, no fountain pen
    not even a card from me to send...

  • Christmas gifts, cold asses and sniffs
    warm Christmas pud and whiskey nips...

  • She likes solitude to dream in
    she likes mystery in all it's guises...

  • Understanding and attentive
    your encouragement arouses awe...

  • Behind a cunning smile
    I protect the real true me...

  • This soul lost, bides time to be uncovered
    This soul stolen, holds back from being retrieved...

  • THE BRITISH SOLDIER
    In a station in the city a British soldier stood...

  • A WHISPER AWAY
    I can hear you all around me...

  • (not mine, but just thought I'd post, it was...
    SLEEP TO DREAM...

  • To whom it may concern,
    I write this letter to my heart...

  • I dig my heels into the dirt
    'Cause this one's gonna hurt...

  • My tears in ink
    through paper gracefully sink...