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    Poetry Schmoetry
    Poetry Schmoetry
    Poetry Schmoetry
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    Poetry Schmoetry

    By David Hay

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    If you love words, language, and poetry, you will love this. Hay runs the gamut from humour to profundity with various stops in between.
    He uses words like verbal paint and has been known to even make some up(to great effect). Above all, this work is enjoyable and will touch you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Hay
    Release dateFeb 3, 2014
    ISBN9781311691064
    Poetry Schmoetry
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    David Hay

    David Hay was born in England and educated there until he went to Canada at the age of eleven.(He took his parents with him) He studied broadcasting(radio, tv, and film production)in British Columbia and business in California before he returned to the UK to start his own film production company in London's famous Covent Garden. Widely travelled, he worked and lived in Africa, the Middle East and Europe and counts among his favourtie places, the Amalfi coast in Southern Italy. Creative influences include: Spike Milligan, Peter Sellars, Charles Dickens and Edgar Allen Poe. Specific to his poems: Robert Service and Dylan Thomas. He writes off-beat comedy fiction, poems, and under a pen name -- mystery novels. His other great passion is music, greatly influenced by blues, country, Opera, jazz and rock. He creates instrumental music under the name Sambo Rouge. He has a penchant for classic cars, having owned both a Jaguar Mark 2 and an E type(XKE), and had the privilege of meeting both Sir William Lyons, the creator of Jaguar, and William Heynes, the designer of the famous XK engine. David now lives in Hertfordshire, about an hour from London.

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      Poetry Schmoetry - David Hay

      Poetry Schmoetry

      by David Hay

      Copyright David Hay 2014

      Smashwords Edition

      Table of Contents:

      #Musical Friends

      #Tabby Cat

      #Traffic Jam

      #The Stars Have Come Tonight

      #The Happy Swimmer

      #Empty Spaces

      #The Mighty Mo

      #Bag Lady

      #Mind The Gap

      #The Landscape Of This Life

      #You Fell Into My Life

      #Soft Sighs

      #In The Zone

      #Last Call

      #Words

      MUSICAL FRIENDS

      With discordant abandon we fret and neck and play our instruments.

      We have each other pegged; we make notes on one another's body ---

      our fragile linkage is all strings and plastic bridges --- and yet,

      our hearts find sporadic harmony from time to time.

      You call me liar, I smile, tell you to quit harping, and laugh

      when you point out that I'm picking on you;

      I admire your pluck.

      You try to refrain from playing the game, but the prelude has just begun.

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