Cherry

STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL

A poem in praise of the eternal angel - the barmaid with a heart of gold. Thanks Wendy, I think I owe you more than a drink!

We Were Fruit Flies Once

I knew her family was big, but I didn’t know how big.

my soul to find

in a far and distant land, in the dark and misty sky, as the oceans waves, mix in with sand, and the darkness passes by, on a whisper of the breeze, i hear you call my name,

The Pact

them passing around items that caught his attention. Can I see? he asked

out of every dark place shines a light

Only love can make a memory, That’s there for you to keep, to bring you times of comfort Through the hours you cannot sleep. Only love can make a memory And that will never go,

Lessons in micro-management

Lessons in micro-management
Cherry

Jess

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One small step = one giant leap, his mother knows (IP?)

… Don’t push that struggling child to run, but praise that step – progress begun! … For that small step, his mother knows, was like a giant leap (pride shows).

thoughts...

History has a habit of repeating, because those who have the power to make a difference fight against those who want to make a change.

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