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On my lips settlesalt grains from ocean's cellara pinch of sea tang
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These woods have stood majestic formore years than I will ever know,and saplings grown from scattered fruitare keen to stretch their necks to grow.Tal..
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May I talk about my daughter,sing a song of harmony?Pack away the unwise choicesyet alone bad company.And the compass lost in transit,time to play a m..
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the ever widening generation gap, attempting another free verse
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A breakthrough, what those moments can do for you.
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Pam in party frock takes a giant step,lips pursed, breath ready to blast a gale.Six candles fixed in plastic holders flicker.I'm four, sip tea from be..
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(written after looking at William Hogarth's art work, Gin Lane 1750 and reading Wiki)
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Across the lea a north wind blows,soon follows on soft swirling snowto cover where the grass grows green.Into the distance, there aloneand flanked bet..
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A visit to Highgate Cemetery, London with Pandora a poet friend. Although it was a hot day she had shivers running up and down her spine.
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In an ice splintered twilightSits dark in the gloam'A bird on a wireThe others have flown.Perhaps they've migratedAnd left it alone?So I think of the ..
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