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Gerda Taro (1910 - 1937)
English Bluebell
Le Pere Lachaise
New Year
The Chair
Second Home Peru
Mary J
Ground Zero
Poem for Bolt
Autumn Tree


Mary J


Pulsing like the rhythm of love.

Bouncing from the bass

To the eyes shut tight

Bliss and heaven

On your face -

Mary J is in the house.


Music with a promise to deliver,

Makes your knees go weak

Slip and slides your feet

Has your hips gyrate till

You just can’t speak -

Mary J is in the house.


It’s not a black thing

It’s not a white thing

It’s a rhythm that’s all embracing

It’s not a boy thing

It’s not a girl thing

It’s the mixture that’s percolating.


Leave your situations in the street

This family affair is inclusive.

Holding you close

Stepping out the most

This rhythm is not exclusive -

Mary J is in the house.


Steve Bishop