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An itch that must be scratchedA Poem by GeeThe need to write |
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'til one beating to manyA Poem by GeeDomestic abuse |
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An idle summer sunA Poem by GeeA very poor summer in to the UK, much water falling ! |
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God's gift to writingA Poem by GeeSometimes I read folk not critiquing but criticising that which is offered up by us mere mortals |
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Cold coffee and silenceA Poem by GeeEarly morning musings |
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Mishaps, a prolapse and death in dirty waterA Poem by GeeRead and be enlightened |
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In the blink of an eyeA Poem by GeeWill be 3 years in August since Debs passed away. |
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"If she were a horse"A Poem by GeeBy the end, her end, skin once worn tightly hung as if two sizes too big for the bones beneath. Eyes that once shone brighter than stars were now d.. |
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Gone now...A Poem by GeeSimple words on summers arrival |
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