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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.

COME DINE WITH ME.

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 Types of onions: pile of yellow onions

Standing by the window
tears flow from my eyes
losing you was criminal
but hardly a surprise.
I met you many years ago
you were always in my life
in every dish I chose to cook
by me and the wife.
I peeled your outer shell
to feel your slippery skin
but you slipped between my fingers
then fell into the bin !
Shredded in my Pot
your aroma filled the air
the smell was so delicious
colors light and fair.
When I attempted to eat you
horror entered my mind
I couldn't eat this onion
the one that made me blind.

THE GORGEOUS ONION.

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