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It was a mile or more I came to walkon that small and winding track,'til the tree line closed out all aroundand there was no turning back.Such silence..
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I am not a great advocate of labels,my thought processes being more akinto the disinterest shown by cansof good value baked beans,to the cost of desig..
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He stalks as though it were the veld,claws unsheathed, yet lightly held;hugs the ground, then still unseen,he pounces, and I hear the scream,the takin..
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It starts earlier than you imagine.
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It is raining tonight,street lights capture shadowsdark as the night itself.There is sound, the clatterof high heels tip tappingto the beat of illicit..
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I wrote this in the mind's eyewhilst driving in my car,so small beneath the paling sunthat seemed so very far;and as the wheels kept spinningfrom begi..
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I am lost to the rhythm of the tides,beached trinkets from shipwrecks;the accidental discovery that our world had no sharp edges.I am bound by moonlig..
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From a long ago memory
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Old men are asleep in chairs,dreaming of tragedy,mankind's small epitomeand the moon blood red,like the Bible said;as Lemming like, we turn our eyes t..
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Silence - Oh! That blessed state,where nervous rank and file await -in blinkered head down concentrationand soon to come deliberation,where not the sl..
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