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I saw you in the high street today.A fleeting glimpse, little more than a reflection in a shop window;a momentary flicker frameof recognition, followe..
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for my Grandma, who passed away fifteen years ago this month. She is always in my heart and mind.
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There became an overstepping of the mark,a thinning of the gulf between us and the brutes.It lies in the past, but disfigures the future;and though he..
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The trouble with symbolsis that they are a necessary evil;and there are so many now,thirty one million, two hundredand sixty eight at last count, (sic..
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The bricks pile,angled in certain shadows;whilst instark contrasted trees,crows squabble,vying for what little spaceremains, as pale twilightsearches ..
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A different thought stream and perspective to my poem 'Animate objects.'
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Every day in the park,he shared.Scattered crumbs,the happy chirrupingof his fellow party goersa symphony to his ears;whilst at his feet, leaves swirle..
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Even filing cabinets have feelings,so too the carpet trod carelesslyunderfoot; the purse or wallet thatknows your PIN, but never tells.It's why childr..
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" a sonnet of sorts. "
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For my friend and longtime mentor Ewain Roberts. bendithia chi.
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