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I remember lying in my bed too scared to move

These boys will grow up and maybe be presidents,authors or scientists..... or more likely twerps at call centres.

A love poem where a man tells his woman what she desperately wants to hear, but of course being a typically stubborn and petulant female she steadfastly refuses to hear. Yet another from the plain crap series...women can be so frustrating to communicate with sometimes!!!!!!!!!

Exercise on 'rejection.'

Fourteen taps for Laila, taps for Laila, taps for Laila...

I take the route I took the day we met it isn't sentiment that takes me past the marble pillar where I leant and took one last look at my face...

In spite of being born a slave he lived in high society.His name is known only to people who know and appreciate his music.

(Perhaps a peace promotion poem.)

a cheerful poem