The things you only see when you’re in love (Lyrics)
1st Verse Just like flying in an aeroplane, you see the world from up above; snow white land of clouds far beyond the rain that is how life looks when you’re in love.
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the hope of wrong
no one is rehabilitated from the very act of living.
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orwell’s moustache
the father of big brother whose face can be found on the cover of animal farm or nineteen eighty-four, his two most popular literary achievements--- he stares back at us with a moustache---
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A walk round the Witches' Home.
Should you be fortunate enough to be able to visit the Witches’ Home by whatever method, you’ll arrive on the lawn that leads from a river to the large old half timbered manor house.
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Pen portrait
You sit on the swing, your feet crumple at the ankle on the red asphalt. The cider is warm.
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Just For One Second Please.
christmas thoughts. Forgive me for errors, I will correct them when possible :) but I still hope you can enjoy my work.
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Only Light
And, well, I deserve you not. But to be with you...I need this.
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Crisis at Christmas
Blue Christmas
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My Brothers Christmas Girlfriend
I promised myself I wouldn't write a Christmas poem, but then came Eastenders and I was so bored!....
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Christmas in Cathedral Street
A Christmas Story written for my mother. Dublin 1937. Christmas Eve and a little girl is hoping Santa will bring her a certain doll with eyes that blink. But has she been good enough?
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