Constantly (80's style pop Lyrics)
1st Verse: Love me in the morning and in the afternoon; love me in the evening and beneath the stars and moon. 2nd Verse: Love me when the sun shines and in the pouring rain;
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Censorship
to shape our minds; to prune and shear.
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Wherever there is love
Wherever there is love, there will be hope; a fountain of hope that pours within our hearts and, bound together, we are bound to cope; each person, moved by love, to play their part.
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Soulmate
You are the kindest person I've ever seen. Just looking at you makes me feel serene. For far too long I've admired you from afar. I love you because of the nice person who you are.
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What's that again?
The other day I stood under a bus shelter with one of those illuminated signs - perhaps you know the sort of thing:- 4 Bus Station 2 min 19 Town Centre 11:41
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The Game
'The game'. Only one contestant. Only one strict rule. Who will win?.
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Just Looking (StoryPoem)
Unless one plans meticulously they may not accomplish what they set out to do—
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Parisian Haikus
Sat on the hilltop at the Sacre Coeur Looking down at the city Walking in the Fifth lost in the hustling crowd rats in the sewer My open window the flood of a violin
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Images of eternity
Erm, something new
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Grandma's Rose (story)
The last time he visited grandma she held tightly to his arm. She couldn’t speak but Dennis knew she didn’t want him to leave.
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