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To sit inside my garden with a pot of English tea beneath the tree on cushions in the shade,
flowers full of nectar with a very drunken be -
The Artist “Byr a thoddaid
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Take To The Sky
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As he took his seat
At the baby grand, -
I have seen both love and hate,
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Here it stands alone,
Magnificent in it’s splendour, -
T hey say thirteen’s unlucky,
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I have but one eye,
I sit and stare -
Please let me in, I’ve been here before,
Why wont they open this big wooden door.17 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 24 9:27 AM 2007
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I nspiration the key
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Have you ever felt
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Caught upon the summer breeze,
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Modern technology, isn’t it grand, -
How grey the sky, how cold the day,
My love left me and went away, -
Christmas lights of red and blue
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The movement of hands17 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 27 1:35 PM 2006. In Society, Contemporary -
Last night I had a feeling, what it was I couldn't tell,
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As you sit here in your room,
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As we grow older we tend to remember
Days gone by and Christmases past,38 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 4 2:47 PM 2006. In Spiritual
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My bed becomes my haven as I rest beneath the sheet
I close my eyes to wander where I may,
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