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Post No. 821




Wrapped in blankets,

Morning air as cold as ice,

The queue not too long today,

Getting to know the price

Of rising late…


Here and there a baby grizzles

But seldom cries – snug

As a bug in the layered rug,

Wrapt against its mother’s breast.

Many have another –

A sister or a brother – holding

Tight, safe and sound on the ground.


The line shuffles forward,

Breath condensing, compressing,

And warming the air;

Five minutes more,

Another five minutes

Until they open the door…


©Denise G Allen, 17 June 2015 10:10



Post No. 820




What a terrible to-do

To have to prove that you are you;

Nine years of pretending to be me,

How, for goodness’ sake, could that be?

Computerisation should be the key

But only if used properly.

Cross-checking is the least that should be done

When two departments stand alone;

Census info counts for nought

If other sources are not brought.

More monies down the drain,

More fraud committed once again

As they continue playing the blame game.


©Denise G Allen, 16 June 2015 08:00


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