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Canis Molestus

Canis Molestus
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 20 June 2026

There once was a dog with a terrible habit
He'd run off to chase chooks and many a rabbit
He'd return at dawn
Face his master's scorn
But the next chance he'd get, he'd be right back at it

Broken Glass

Broken Glass
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 1 October 1997

I am given silver
But I want pewter

I have gold but yet
I yearn for brass

And quartz it seems I prefer
To my diamonds with their glitter

And all my pearls I forget
As I long for a piece of broken glass