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The gift of reading (‘each one teach one’)

 

The gift of reading (‘each one teach one’)


Some have dirty ones

Some have spotless hi-viz

Some call it pride

Some call it hiding in plain view

Some have the reds

Some have the blues

Some have the purples

Some walk in circles 

Some call it photo op

Some call it stop photoing strangers

Unless uv sought permission 

Some call it algorithm 

Some call it ‘beware the man of one book’

Some have big ears like Dr Spock

Some like it cold

Some like it hot

A sister & I spoke about balance

Someone once bought a beer

‘For the man who “shot Liberty Valance”’

Some get barred many times over

Some say silence is golden

Some silences are stolen

Some enforced

I still think the best sports car is the Porsche 911

I bet they don’t issue those anymore do they?

Teleported millions of wonderful Americans 

One of them a painter said

Something about mixing comedy with taboos

Some people will kill over it

Most comedy you yawn till you snooze

Some say ‘if you snooze you lose’

In Australia up until the 80s

Poor people were respected & loved

As “battlers,” not ‘losers’

As Jeff Fenech said when he won

World boxing titles in 4 weight divisions

“I love yas all”

A poem that must be remembered 

Too many are ignored or lost xx

Late Winter snap in Naarm

Beware of the frost

Poetry heels

If you wanna wear heels that’s your business 

Some people care much

They think we’re all ‘doomed’

I care a lot

About this I’m not confused 

Go well, One Love 



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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