I can’t live without her
My first love...over msn...
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The Dog Man speaking from beyond himself to a child who ran away. A Confounded Letter.
“Why don't you talk proper?” she said and “don't eat all those apples they don't grow on trees”.
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I am letting go
I am slowly loosening my grip on the affairs of the world. Aging more each day, my mind and body are feeling tired My interests are now centred inwards, no longer inspired.
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Somewhere To Hide
A song that I wrote when stressed.
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In My Place
A song I wrote when I was falling asleep.
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There is no justice, there is only me
If you have read Terry Pratchett, this is my poem about Death.
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Under The Pressures From Above
This was inspired by swimming under water. Can also be linked to oppressive societies or religions...maybe, not sure.
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The French Dresser.
The beautiful antique dressing table seemed like a bargain. But its true cost would not be paid in money. It came with a very unpleasant history. And a long memory.
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ST. PETER'S HARBOUR, PEI poem
Boats in the harbour, smell of fish in your nostrils, evening sounds: all add to the excitement of a fishing village, as a crowd awaits.
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