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A reflection on life...

One from the past, written in the 90's.

Just re-airing another oldy.

On the thirteenth day of the seventh month Big Max came into town, He came with a clutch of plans, he said, We’d be ‘mad ..

The sky was grey on that fateful day, The sun was going down, I made my way through a field of hay To the cottage of Elspeth Brown. ..

One of my more recent reflections in a personal vein.

Another from my 'personal' collection.

The break up of relationships affect more than the primary combatants. Another written in a personal vein.

Another of the more 'personal' types of poem, written many years ago.

Wild horses we Pricked at the wind, Never to know- alas; That all the lord of our fortunes bought For us Was poverty grass. ..