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For a laugh

He knew She was there He didn’t have to see He smelt her lavender Knowing she dabbed it Every morning noon night He felt her smile..

The old man Stared into the sun Blinking Happy tears His large hat Shadingmost of his Crinkly neck Swiping the dam flies away It was..

The flesh has left The bones now free What’s left of us When we go Only God Shall surely see

Being fully awake in this world is not the same as being woke

War poem Could be any war

The eyes Are blue The shirt was yellow Your cheeks Were pink And brightly stained Your hands Are youthful But neck all lined ..

Short story

Savour the quiet days For so rarely they be For it’s our irrational brain That needs movement and chaos Learn to thrive on the peace..

Waking up to the worlds leading actors or leaders and their plans is hard (for me only 3 years )