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Was easy to remember the words starting and ending her finalbook. Some said they were moving, others that they echoedthe masses need for corn! He admi..
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Morning is mendedthree miles from moated home,sparrow-feignedfreedom..beaks - needles held aloftknit invisible spiders' silk..path meetscrossroads tob..
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a mix and match of past and present..
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sleep seems bethe finest escape artist -turns day to nightdark to darkerespecially -whendreams cede tonightmaresgrownfrom the rootsofdowned trees..the..
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on Mondaysomeone asked mewhat do you calla childless womanI replied, 'Sad.'on Wednesdaysomeone asked mewhat do you calla single rain dropI replied, 'S..
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Long but.. easy to read, even with eyes shut! .
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cleverer than Shewho is me,you'll knowa poem weepswhen left unread..words havetoo many meaningsor - none at all:twenty six lettersjuggled, muddleda fe..
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Trainee teacher, Miss Touchwood and nervous,stood before the youngsters, trying to smile..register taken, many hands missing, emptyseats, faded flower..
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Thirty years ago weholidayed down in Cornwall,five of seven children with little mum and pa..Dawn came by on the campingsite, breeze washappy gay,'Off..
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write gently, my darlings .. your gifts - your thoughtsripen 'pon oak trees .. their shadows turning me hereabout crazyas if Past was racingmy heart i..
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