Huw
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Perish the thought.A Poem by HuwObservations. |
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Time should be treasuredA Poem by HuwWhen I was six I looked forward to seven. At seven I wanted to be eight. At eight to be nine. And on it went the years past so .. |
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The damage done.A Poem by HuwI added this to an Art of Susan Sloane who is kind enough to allow me to post the work other wise my words would have nothing with which to relate. |
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The final complaint.A Poem by HuwShe had lines on herface not just the lines of age but lines of despair lines of abject misery lines of continual drudgery.Deep lines that.. |
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ArtA Poem by HuwI wondered what it would be like to sit unseen in the recesses of a creative mind. To watch intents become thoughts, thoughts beco.. |
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Stepping off the planet.A Poem by HuwTHERE WERE TIMES WHEN HE FULLY EXPECTEDTHAT GRAVITY MUST RELEASE ITS HOLD ON HIMAND THAT HE WOULD STEP OFF THE PLANET.NO MAN, NO MAN HE'.. |
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Not worth it...A Poem by HuwUmmmm? |
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Rest in...what?A Poem by HuwLife and what we are at times presented with, but ignore. |
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Why me? 4A Poem by HuwI now realise where this is all going. Number 4 in what are glimpses of my younger days, the days of my vanity. |
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Destination 3A Poem by HuwMore thoughts on memories |
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