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A Poem by Pól
Conor, once so frail,clinging bravely to life.Now, big and stronga fine young man and gentle son.You loved, lost, learnt of grief.Now she watches you ..
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A Poem by Pól
Early today
I received the news
From a be-spectacled man
white coat, black shoes
You have been busy
Or so it would seem
Spreading as wildfire
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A Poem by Pól
Lush warm bladesdappled wet with morning dew caress my feetcleanse my soulas i set my coursefrom Eoin's landto Narnia.From verdant land to aqueosspa, ..
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A Poem by Pól
My feable attempt to reflect the beauty of a magical place, for my daughter, Megan, whom i love so much.
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A Story by Pól
Each morning I awake,
to ponder,
Reflections,… in a broken mirror.
Opportunities lost, riches squandered.
Thoughts of silve..
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A Poem by Pól
Opening gambitdrawing touche and thrustdeveloping in time, a translucent lust.Plots a thickening, schemes a sickening,stirred in Machiavelli's potSubt..
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A Poem by Pól
Pale white tender petalfrees itself from your celestial beautyfloating gently to the groundlush and wet with rain.A flower so tender, a rose so vibran..
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A Poem by Pól
I witnessed this cruelty when I was about 5.
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A Poem by Pól
Flies cast acrossits breadth.One black and green, the other garish red.Whilst picturing in my mind's eyethe beauty of this place.From the calm,a volca..
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A Poem by Pól
I'd like to sing a song to you with words that will be trueand tell you that I love you soBut I just can't do thatI can't do thatI'd like to pen a ver..
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