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(Freda who loved nothing but a London knees up)
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from the archives, reworked after reading gram's cancer poem
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A little rant from a tree lover.
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(Unhappy canine)
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(Remembering Jen. First Anniversary. The skies lit up that night, 5th November, in a blaze of fireworks. She did it her way)
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Only my own random thoughtsspeak to me with soft clarityin this room's afternoon silence,in the comfort of the present.While window glass, glazed and ..
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(four different attempts on this subject matter, Sky View already published)
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At dawn the sky brewed dismal grey,relentless rain moved in to stay,all day the heavens wept with grief.From terraced tiers my eyes glance downthrough..
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Many a leaf floats softly down,a blaze of gold upon the groundcomes treasure from a grieving tree.And like our loved ones when they're gone,in preciou..
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mantle of darkness
sprinkle stardust in my eyes
let me sleep in peace
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