prose...poem...phew

It's a tough title to accept to let the world know that many of your seeming highs were bereft of golden balance, to confess to yourself that your many alibis are a pack of rotten lies

Usually given with great thought, Often accepted with none at all. Signs of friendship, love, respect; They are not to be taken lightly. Two gifts that look the same,

In times of trial and tribulation, The human mind gets numb. And when in pure anticipation, You’re left to twiddle thumbs. If you have a fervent fear, You may seem agitated.

...commonly found in New Orleans...

The greencross code as a child, as taught by my Grandad

1952 - 2003

An epic poem retelling in full the life of the sellers' boy, his father, mother, sister and lover. READER WARNING: NEARLY 2000 WORDS. FINAL EDITION. May take upto and over 5 whole minutes to read.