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Not only did I find a glaring typo in my original poem, but it made me wince. This poem was long overdue a facelift. Still in teaching, I have met students who really do beat themselves up over one missing mark. All power to the pursuit of perfection...

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Larry. “No you don’t,” said Mick. [ fin ]

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Satan clouds their thinking – so becoming blind: cannot see things clearly, sluggishness of mind. Tricked...

You've designed a new electric car and it's being built on the assembly line. You've been pestering me to buy one but I never will, one of your cars...

Abscence of self. Knowing, not knowing what I am. I lived, did I? In this world of tears. Curse the mother’s lonely egg, The father’s anxious sperm...

Red roses Bought Fulfilling Love, As Morning Glow Penetrates This silence, I, slip Into Tomorrow's Reflections, For you Gave Balance In a patient...

A British actor entertained people as Selwyn Froggitt and The Gaffer. During his 89 years of life, Bill Maynard gave millions the gift of laughter...

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Street Serenade By Paul McCann Touched by the words of a street serenade , inside my heart on the soul streets of love , its just a freeway where I...