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At school you ran with slow soft strides A smile upon your mocking lips I pounded the earth till my arse fell off And blew my lungs to bits And y..

A love story.

Innosence.

When the new born day Forgives the callous night For getting in the way Of her warming light She flings aside his curtain To raise her warming s..

All those in the building trade know of the game of sending the novice to get a new bubble for the spirit level.

A tableau.

Most people feel horror at the thought of killing.

She plays in a world all her own I hear every word she utters I watch her confidently rise As to dolly's pram she totters She whispers to its pa..

Mrs Pearson doesn't know the cause of war Why man should bring on man such devastation Or bring a certain species to the brink of extinction She ca..

I wish you life on a faulty clock So that, just as a year is about to drop There is the click of a slipping cog And the year leaps back so that las..