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Cold egg Poems

Loose lines 3

1.

An arm is indifferent to the world.
unlike a mind doesn't know to grow tired.
An arm is strong. It extends into

The frontier when mother is gone.

2.

We act as a cell
In a body
With other cells with other functions
Than ourselves.
We play our role.

All the world's a stage.
You're the artist.
Soon the curtain calls.

3. 

If you're on the path to die
No need for radical surgery
Rather pack up your bags
Board one more jet
Set your sight for destinations
Like England again

4. 

Love's a real cold egg.
A flower to fade.
Our long ties grown to forgotten how
Love's a dead end.

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Rory McGinlay

Title poem, Cold egg is a reference to my parents devorce.

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Neville

I reckon there is more to this than meets the eye .. More truth and more pain perhaps .. Sadly enjoyed sir hence the pin, stars and rating ..

All Good Things, 

Neville 

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Rory McGinlay

Thank you for your support, Nev. It's a bit sad to think that I believe true art is based on pain. These aren't new pieces but I remember what they are about. However I won't spoil how the reader's imagination of them reflects the inner workings of their own unique  selves. They're simply to be enjoyed.

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Neville

I understand & my pleasure entirely .. Oh' and I am sure they will be .. Neville 

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