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Miss Signorina Mastermind

Miss Signorina Mastermind

Sylvia loves her silver patent leather pumps
She is a lovely little ballerina
Her laced up...

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He still counts his blessings

He still counts his blessings

He lost his folks when he was only fourteen years old but luckily he had faith
His loyalty didn’t...

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It is Costochondritis

It is Costochondritis

Well it is 10.30 in the morning
I am sat in my Doctors surgery sleepily yawning
I have never...

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The hungry Lion and the Hyena

The hungry Lion and the Hyena

Strong-willed warriors hell bent on being right
Two tenacious teenagers too uptight
...

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SOCIALIST PUSH

WILL YOU SURVIVE?

SOCIALIST PUSH

Going to the store with your shopping list where you can choose your daily menu...

Everyday we are...

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Ominous nighttime foray

Ominous nighttime foray

Crow's claws carrion campy carping
nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles
analogous to...

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Cold Heart

Cold Heart

I’m a good person
I have a good heart
Only you hurt me
You tore my whole fucking soul...

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BEING RASH

Have you ever I wonder done anything rash
Regretting after by making a complete hash
Not...

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“Haway the Geordies”

“Haway the Geordies”

“Haway the Geordies”
As the ref blows his whistle
Matt Ritchie kicks the ball from the...

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THE FISH

do the fish
know
of our existence...

do they wonder
if heaven
is...

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Good Ol’e Mr. Moon

Good Ol’e Mr. Moon

Where’er we wander
It doesn’t matter how near or far
We could traverse to the end of our...

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Lets rekindle yesterday

Song

Lets rekindle yesterday

Life was so good after I met you
I smiled when you said that you felt that to
you filled up...

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When I read a book

When I read a book

I read a wonderful western book
when a cowboy was stood right infront of me
pointing his...

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Like a feather

Like a feather

She is feeling okay at this moment in time
creating poetry is her thing
tho she only does it...

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At three score years

At three score years

Two score years was before I had gathered proof
the timelessness of time passes by fast as a youth...

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From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave

Growing older and wiser from wisdom and grace
Those tiny tell-tale wrinkles are but smiles on one’s...

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My Shoes

Could you would you swap places with me? Just for one day so you could see, how incredibly tough
...