Reading Bob Ellis...
You seem to meet people
who show all the bare...
Then gurgle their gossip
below all the blare...
You gush with a passion
that flames into fire...
That reels me and leaves me
with heart flying higher...
You turn with the burning
and fume with your view...
That turns into pages
unending and new....
Your secrets and gossip
and sleepless night dreams...
Hiss into history
and drama and scream...
Joy Weare,
5th November, 2010.
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