Chris Shaw
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In Fields of GoldA Poem by Chris Shawa happy memory from poppies, not a sad one. (Atkinson's London - fragrance - Californian Poppy) |
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Dead Wood of the DamsonA Poem by Chris ShawThis tree was a provider of fruit and joy for over 30 years |
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Clarity With CrackersA Poem by Chris ShawA true story, no kidding. Crackers, I ask you? |
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Priced In PainA Poem by Chris Shawsome things are worth a bit of discomfort |
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ImaginationA Poem by Chris Shawfrom a child's perspective |
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Lavender FieldsA Poem by Chris Shaw( breathe it all in and relax) |
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Purple PassionA Poem by Chris Shaw(favourite colour) |
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Jurassic FindsA Poem by Chris ShawFossil hunting, (not for one little miss though, who had other ideas) |
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A Question of Progress or Maybe Not?A Poem by Chris ShawOnce upon a window seenwhere drapes drawn back in softened sheen,like tresses of a young girl's hair,to play the early morning breeze.And sparkling gl.. |
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Paper Cuts and HindsightA Poem by Chris Shawround and round and round it goes |
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