Girl with a Pearl Earring
Lift your head - look not in shadows Gaze not into murky dark pools Raise high - let nothing foreshadow Let your heart be my muse. Let me dry ephemeral tears away
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PEACE PIPE (I.P.)
Hiawatha's Happy Hunting Ground. With apologies to Longfellow.
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Don’t run: Face them.
Don’t run: Face them. P K Routray Life is a harmony of hope, zeal and action. One who is deprived of these qualities may be called a zombie or a dead person.
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CHERRYGRIPE
Do cherries only grow on trees? I'd like to know. Are they the food of poets When they are won? Not enough are given here To please all writers of fair words.
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Heart Exchange
they gave use the wrong hands back, and now all we see are your veins and this might be why; we light up our tv screen like candlelight in a church, and pray for a mother.
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THE TEMPLE DANCER
Lord of North and South's bright wonder, Lord of Heaven's pearly skies; For his love her feet are dancing, To his heart her spirit flies ....... - - With one sweep of gilded lashes
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There’s no end too my life
There’s no end too my life As a mother and wife! Mum!!! Where’s my shoe Son! you’re making me blue Mum!!! Can I have lolly? Son! Stop mucking about in the trolley.
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Dad
Thats when the shockwave hit me
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Misguided Choices, IP.
Two west midlands lads discussing adults.
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Let us have back our annual prize!
Bedraggled skies - I’m sick and tired Of your subterranean… dark eyes, You’re like the lover who feels undesired. Put-on silk gowns - show me some thighs.
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