Chris Shaw
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InbetweenersA Poem by Chris ShawImagination takes a hike |
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Oil Wells in My Living RoomA Poem by Chris ShawI am not one to covet wealth,preferring riches such as healthto bless the lives of those I love.I do not care for showy stonesor necklace chains that .. |
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Bursting The BubbleA Poem by Chris ShawSky gazing... |
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In SpiritA Poem by Chris ShawWe are in time a mote of dust,a pin prick in an ocean sky.While some may catch the comet's flare,each one of us is doomed to die.What causes some to b.. |
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Gadebridge FairA Poem by Chris ShawWhen I set off for Gadebridge FairI wore a garland in my hair.My father stood behind the gate,checked out his watch said "Don't be late".So with a fri.. |
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ConstantsA Poem by Chris ShawDrifting in thought |
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Jewels of the RiverA Poem by Chris ShawOut of the mists of early dawnthat veil the river's sleepy flowwhich roll across the dew-wet fieldsto linger where the hedgerows grow.In waters spiked.. |
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A Kinder DeathA Poem by Chris ShawFelines, lovely but cruel |
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First GlanceA Poem by Chris ShawWhen I held you that first time,the joy I felt that you were mine,and tiny you wrapped in my armscontent and sleeping peacefully.How could I fathom or.. |
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Benson WeirA Poem by Chris ShawI walk this sturdy, steel-grey bridgewhich spans the river's flow,to watch the gush and sudden rushof water plunge below.The wicked weir with all its .. |
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