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He was an “urban poet”, but the old-folks just saw what was written on the side of the Chinese takeaway. He was a “street art..

We were ripples on the surface, We were both a blink in time, We were the clouds on the horizon, We were the mountains never climbed. I couldn&r..

Maybe I get my point across better in the form of a poem?

The classic muffin - the modern gents snack of choice.

Not a poem, a song, so sorry that it doesn't read well. Written a while ago about a wet school bag - or, if you prefer, a soggy satchel.

Another song. I apologise once more for the fact it doesn't read well as a poem. Enjoy.

Another song from months ago. Same applies to this one; it makes absolutley no sense as a poem. Sorry about that.

A song I wrote about six months ago. It makes no sense as a poem, so sorry about the way it's read.