ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 2: The Bazoolah
Chapter 2 in which the girls are trapped underground by a horrid creature with a penchant for rhyming...
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Chesil Beach: An extract
The sound of sighing and the crunch of feet on shingle forced Lily’s attention away from the sea.
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All in a days work.
Where will my busy hands take me Here at the end of the day? They’ve worked since first light of A long summer’s dawn Until, as shadows now lengthen The sky flames with sunset
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Puppetmaster
I am under your control.
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SPRINGHILL PEN, NOVA SCOTIA poem
as watchtower guards breathe wind-chill
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The Catalyst Chapter Two -The Awakening
Meet Paul Howard, too many secrets, too much to unravel
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LITTLE BRAS D'OR poem
burn, zealous sun (A simple poem, adorned in natural beauty, from a small section of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia)
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Changed
Adulation and devotion Tender sentiments and respect Tears falling from my eyes The joy I feel knowing we connect Knowing that you love me as much as I love you Knowing we will be together
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Deliberately Altered
I walk the city streets with a slow and confident seeming stride I sit in the coffee house and read the investments page acting as if I comprehend what they truly mean
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My World Without A Comrade
Void of a positive self esteem A blank comprehension of self worth A place vacant of comfort and joy A life empty of celebration Dark would be the road I travel No purpose
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