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On a early morning walk through the beautiful Gwydir forest in Wales.
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I wrote this after watching a heart rending TV programme about the children of Afghanistan, but it also relates to any war torn country where the inno..
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There were no chinks in thearmour of his self delusion."Cut me and I do not bleed,"he would very often boast."Ignore me and I will revel inthe cloak o..
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Pale hearts, pale faces, paler sky
sound bites that pass so quickly by,
like flicker frames lost one by
one
between a shift of moon and sun...
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She wrote the song that charmed his eyes,that filled the blue and cloudless skyand often to the listening earthwhispered the story of his birth;and he..
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You would not think such simple thingswould please so perfectly the child,that lit with inner flame desiresto know all there is need to know.Yet like ..
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"Hi,"he said."Hi yourself," she giggled,"nice here innit.""Yeah,"he drawled,"fancy a drink?""Alright"she cooed."Malibu and coke.""Neat," he grinned,fl..
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Most times the morning is a fidget,even the most mundane tasksteals from me like a sneak thiefwhilst you lie wrapped in dreamy comfort.Almost on cue, ..
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