Narrative

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‘The ‘Pen is more powerful...

‘The ‘Pen is more powerful than the sword’

The ‘Pen is more powerful than the sword’.... now thats a proverb that was well thought whilst it makes...

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If tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes then I’d like to know today so I could live my last on earth in an Oh so special...

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Noah’s Arc

Noah’s Arc

The animals went in two by two
Noah poked’em & prodded ‘em & tried to shoo but not a single...

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My Lions Den...

My Lions Den...

Mammy and daddy shouting,
Nobody in the house helping,
I escape the hurtful screaming,...

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Stolen

He took me.
Before I even knew what took meant.
He stole my innocence,
And he...

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Halfway up to Heaven

Halfway up to Heaven

I am climbing up a steep mountain
but there is a distance to the very top
I’m only halfway...

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THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

There at the bottom of the sea lies a brick
Rectangular in shape it is sturdy and thick
How...

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My girls

IF GOD ASKED ME TODAY "WHAT WAS YOUR MOST TREASURED BLESSING"? ID HAVE TO TELL HIM MY GIRLS...THEY SHINE...

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Happy

Happy

I sat up in bed
With a cold in my head
And stinging in fingers and toes

I’d been...

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The ladder of life

The ladder of life

I am climbing the ladder of life
I am well past three-quarter’s to the top
I am not sure how...

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Grandad's little helper

Grandad's little helper

'What's that?' You'd ask, watching our regular visitor as he perched on the fence.

'That's grandad'...

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Just one more chance

Just one more chance

On our second time around we will have learned from our first, whilst we walk away from bad decisions coz...

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A long day at the cricket...

A long day at the cricket...

Everything that could , Has gone wrong .
Its been a nightmare all day long .
Blown away for a...

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Four primary colours

Four primary colours

Pretty pallette of paints which are green, white & blue, blended together will be a turquoise hue...

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LAST NIGHT'S SLEEPING...

The sleeping bag remains from the night before
There it lays on the dirty pavement floor
It...

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Our very own time-warp

Our very own time-warp

How would we cope without our memories ? One little photograph say’s it all !
That important...

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23

23

Fragments of memory
A toddler, a lamp
Purple overalls
His hands were damp

Four...