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WORDS AND POETRY OF MIKE FALCONER

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Park, Dusk, Almost Spring

The sun has gone, But the sky refuses to let go of the day, This overly warm tail end of winter, A perfect evening for a walk through the park…

Children of the Line

…But then what of my childhood? When it was just a sandy path with missing bridges, Accessible from my back garden, But to me… A battlefield in central Europe During World War II, A battlefield on some intergalactic alien scape date unknown, A battlefield for the petty rivalries of the childhood gangs of middleclass boys,…