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The old leather beltA Poem by GeeSome things accompany us through life. |
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ValentinesA Poem by GeeEvery day is valentines no matter what, be it sad, happy... |
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From Womb to tombA Poem by GeeHow brief this life |
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The mother of all showersA Poem by GeeRainy days |
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Did they bake you a cake?A Poem by GeeThe third birthday celebrated in mums absence. A dream, mum's birthday |
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Compare me not to the gifted scribesA Poem by GeeFor the new folk starting out on this site |
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The half a century ago young boyA Poem by GeeA winter walk with the pooch |
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No Santa, company or empathyA Poem by GeeA thought for those that sleep alone, outside, with mental health issues |
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A Christmas Prayer UnansweredA Poem by GeeMissing those that have passed |
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As silently as death itself.A Poem by GeeThe first frost of winter |
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