Poetry
Relatable, honest poetry for life and the journey.
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Forty-four. Dust on the floor. Stoke up the fire and lock the door. Bake your messages in a pie. Serve it up to passers by. © 2025 Juliette ProffittALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO SHARE UNALTERED POSTS ONLY…
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PURPOSE-LESS Fifteen years of meat and veg dinners.Six days a week. Five O’ Clock on the dot.Little blue plastic table withLittle blue plastic chairs.Carried into the living room.For want of more space. When finally, two pennies to rub together,There came in a wooden one.Followed by thirty-two legs,‘Cause we knew we’d need ‘em”,Eight chairs, when we…








