Hitch, 62

Christopher Eric Hitchens (13 April 1949 –15 December 2011) READ HIS BOOKS. WATCH HIS LECTURES & DEBATES. PASS THEM ON!

7th day pome

collision pome

The World's Bandit: Despair and Dishonesty

Why does that chap stay away from all other? What does have to hide? He acts like a foreigner, And just sets himself aside. He must be concealing something secret,

The Monster

I The wind whispered softly in her ear It was the most beautiful sound she was ever to hear The chiming of bells tinkle so lightly blown By a roar and a shake as the monster did moan

Willow Tree

Meet me beneath the weeping willow tree Let it sooth and rejuvenate our hearts Where it mourns the lost love of you and me Let us both hope we will get our new starts

Heaven

Slowly drifting towards the light, Safe from the freezing night, All pain is gone and at last I feel secure, The light is so intense yet such a simple lure Angels call to me from within

Dust

Bit of a re-write. Thanks for your patience.
Cherry

Night therapy

re-post-edited.

Wonderful (I.P.)

Let me help you explore around the seven wonders of my little country, here along the coast; the wind that colours whatever it touches red, the stones that ring high

A NEW LIFE

And I watched it on scans...

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