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Morningrose weeping puddles.wearing wellies, childrentried not to splash their Sunday clothesbut surely God wouldn't care becauseHe had said, 'Suffer ..
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Today trills its own song same key as before but - with lilt fortissimo, of 'sail me over..
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It's not a poem, not a story, not anything at all really but .. might make you smile.
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see what I havefor youdear, dearlittle ladgrown upa magic wand .. ..yoursforeverand nowI leavea brief caresshere in the darkwith yourchild-sweet thoug..
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Flight postponed, ferry booked after two days begging.. advice given in total tones of indifference!At last, brain-stressed, eyes sleepless sore, two ..
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a seed sans intention..
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the most beautiful momentiswaking at dawnto findyour dreams have come true
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Words sprayed upon wallsderive momentary applausebut grammatically lackingwith next to no backingseems artistry fades whenthe mind's on the blinktis b..
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a gathering of early borrowed thoughts
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perhaps
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