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Words of Power

This explores the power of words, and how they helped a family.

B: Cornish hedgrow

living on a wall

Garage Gerbil

Nawaz and Hermat sit upon stools with their backs against the outside wall of the Garage Gerbil

J: 10 reasons

Ten reasons not to go on the french exchange: 1. There are no fit guys- and if they are then they are either gay or they fancy someone else. 2. Plane...

R: Teddy bear*

I wonder where you wander now are you still there underneath the sky? I have your clone but he's not the same although identical Oh where are you now...

D: Things

List

Last Word

Leading town lady gets outdone

In Kind

A Muscovite's payday

E Wagga Wagga West

A late cowboy story

Old Man Time

The clock struck Old Man Time dead And into matter anti-matter fled And light curved into itself and was spat Into the vortex of death. And, released...

It was fine on Gower when I set out

It was fine on Gower when I set out, And gorse had burst into sun-coloured song The heath was heaving with tumultuous life, And I breathed deep and I...

What's Missing

What can you offer that others cannot&;#063;

To R.S. Thomas

I looked across the valley scene And a thousand years of blood Flowed down the green Hills that rolled purpling into The evening clouds. And this...

Act V, Scene V

Strutting and fretting My hour upon this stage, Grasping every minute For the pool of light, A flash is my age. Then come the shadows Of the wings of...

C...the freezer

Somebody's feeling the chill

Q: 5/21/03

Work Diary, 5/21/03 Grumpy tidbits? 1. I am currently suffering from a delightful case of Montezuma's Revenge. I can't help but think, "What have I...

How can I say?

How can I say? Why can't the pure passions, red, Rise from my very depths direct? No. They must first pass The awful toll-booth of my mind. What...

I Wish...

wishing

Web

Threads of gold The spider span Through the glow Of the dying sun And among the dusty Shafts of ochre light A fly, with wings as bright As gems,...

Of my love for her I may not sing

Of my love for her I may not sing Yet this cry within I must release So, small, atop this cliff I stand And the Atlantic gales I face. Then, slowly,...

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