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This book is almost full of poems.

But now the last two sides

Stare at me.

Threatening their blankness

As if, even after all these

Neatly filled-up pages

There's still that risk

That awful fear

That nothing more will come;

Or worse

That whereas twenty pages back

A few lines made some sense

These last will dribble out

To fill the space

So that, flicked through,

They look like verse -

Although they might as well

Be spam, from

Silverhill's new Bodrum Kebab House.

Brian Hick November 2011

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