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My poetry,
my words talking,
clinging,
comforting,
covering me,
shielding me,
sheltering me
A softness of heart,
a hardness of resolve
a..
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The way it is with me
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be happy, as
each day is a gift,
enjoy it and
be happy.
each day ....
enjoy this life.
where to be
in our anger,
in our rage,
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Written to give Charlie a voice.
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I'm their baby,
she gave me birth,
the youngest of four.
born with problems, but
they've fought so hard.
the same rites, privileges,
j..
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the beat of life still,
another day.
other situations, but
I am.
much can be denied, but
I am.
footpaths,
stepping stones, but
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I've seen him walk by my house,
never knew his name,
quiet, to himself,
I saw his photo,
he has a name now.
his gingery look,
always cleanly d..
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An obvious scenario, but something, we all too often mindlessly pass by.
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A childhood memory, a future strength.
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A friendship, of many years standing, between two shores
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