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Amends

Exercise on 'forgiveness'.
Cherry

Angela Bromley Has Massive Tits

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

I Wish Whales Had Bazookas

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!!!!!!!!!
Cherry

she is so beautiful

He fell asleep on the train

Rejection

Exercise on 'rejection.'
Cherry

Ghoul's Well That Ends Well

Hags Harlots and Heroines halloween comp entry. Louise
Cherry

Taps For Laila

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

Stamped on heart

mailing away parts of my anatomy.
Cherry

New Coat

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...

Weave me Round

I think that I am a poet, does anyone else?

Le Chevalier Noir

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.

WHAT A LOAD OF RUBBISH

Your love was only a lie. Your smile was just a fake. So have a 'water' sample; For the piss is all you take. 21 October 2004

QUEST FOR COLOUR

(Perhaps a peace promotion poem.)

TEARS

You know what will happen, don't you? A few tears will leak out. Then I'll find myself asking myself, What I'm crying about.

Morning Song

a cheerful poem

PROMISES, PROMISES

You promised me the earth. It wasn't even yours.

IN AND OUT

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EXTENT

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I'M NOT BEING MOODY...

I'm not being moody, I'm just being me, Telling it how it feels; actually, really. I'm letting my feelings do their confessing. I'm not being moody,...

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