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My stories

What happened To the Children of Tomorrow?

They thought that sending children might help; might tug at the heart strings; might make people listen. “From the mouths of babes”, that sort of thing.

Transcendence

Our bodies stood upon this earth; our hearts upon the moon; our cares in cold December; our lips in brightest June. There was no world around us, no skies of evening hue;

Kiss Me Under Heaven

Kiss me under heaven and let the stars see light. Teach angels to envy; let them gaze on greater heights. Your love makes a blasphemer of my heart with each sweet kiss;
Cherry

To beauty born in an era of blindness

You’ve come too late, my love, to shine; an antique pearl in an age of swine. Man’s lost all love for things divine. You are the sun but men are blind.
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The Segregated Bus – A Utilitarian Parable

Parable, partly inspired by Rosa Parks and partly by 'The Italian Job'.

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