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Time was when we stretched the boundaries,ran free, Micky and me;darting in and out of consequenceas all kids do.Years melted and I didn't see him aga..
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'All that glisters is not gold,often have you heard that told.'William Shakespeare,from The Merchant of Venice.She had a wish, the little village girl..
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from a memory of how it was
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Days come, days go, unbending, unending,one step in front of the other;inexorable in their progress as they slipthrough cracks in the pavement and for..
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Just a bit of fun
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Eight rows of ancient wooden desks,empty now, stood quiet in patient rank and file,scarred from initials cut with purposeful intentby ink stained fing..
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You would not treat so lightly a helpless little stray,a fledgling, small and fragile, got lost upon its way,you would not think to shut the door and ..
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Sticky little hands and lips,unadorned with that to come,delighting in each moment spent though they be only lightly lent.Sticky little hands and lips..
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The meter,' said Peter, 'is paramountwhen perfecting and primping a poem,it should go with a flow, like - so la ti dowith rhapsodic refrains in a row...
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By nature, I am an assiduous collector of books and trivia;sometimes I sift, sort the wheat from the chaff,but mostly, I just store, not so much as to..
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