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I looked behind, to where I’d been before,
All proof was gone; an instant washed away.
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Describe a friendship? How shall I describe? / Acceptance of what is, and equal place. / No pressure there to change, an easy pace. / No qu
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Dear poet I just have to ask;
do fish fingers really inspire?
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To follow in the footsteps of the Bard
and hear words seeping forth from Avon’s veins,
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I close my eyes and I can fly. / I’m Super-dog. I fly sky high. / These ears are really magic wings. / Such new adventures, flying brings.
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He looked at me today as he walked by.
A gentle look; a most beguiling eye.
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You look away, and shake your head.
But it’s me that you see at the foot of your bed.
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on Mar 5 11:05 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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OK then, are you ready? Close your eyes and make a wish.
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In Merrion’s Wood I love to walk,
Such peaceful thoughts it brings.
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Why don’t you still love me?
Why do you treat me this way?
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on Mar 14 1:13 PM 2007. In Love, Humour
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The Mayfair Dance Hall, up some stairs;
there was brown lino on the floor.
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When Spring arrives inviting waking souls, / released at last from Winter’s gripping claws, / from hibernating warmth of fireside coals / a
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Take my hand, I promise you, / I’ll never let it go. / I’ll take you to a special place, / where tender orchids grow. / In forest glades, o
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on Mar 23 5:16 PM 2007. In Love
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Come with me, to the woods again, / in April sun and gentle rain. / Let’s listen to that soft refrain, / The fairy’s harp you’ll hear. / /
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You gave me something special. / It was something just for me. / I keep it safely locked away. / I have the only key. / / But when I’m fee
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I’ve just seen a little Leprechaun. He was dancing close to me.
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Compare me not to fresh cream bought to-day? / I am more ripened, and less temperate. / My smell doth seek to take one’s breath away.
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She sits before her mirror, and slowly combs her hair.
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Welcome to me brain, though the light has long gone out.
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Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
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