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You cannot touch me, I have friends in high places and the confidence to carry it off. I walk before you, wearing no armour, you cannot touch me. You cannot touch me, I have a shield of arrogance its surface reflects only self. My spear is made from ambition, so big no other could carry it, you cannot touch me. A weak spot? Hardly, I never look back, I cannot see your point. |
| Derek Adams was born in 1957 and lives in Southend, Essex, U.K. His work has appeared in Tears in the Fence, Poetry Nottingham, Southend Poetry, Apostrophe, and Sol. His collection Postcards to Olympus was the winner of the 2004 Open Poetry Monthly Booklet Competition. His personal website is at http://mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/derek-adams/ |
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