Struggles

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No sport for me ?

No sport for me ?

Hell’ bells I hate football
Tho I really wish that wasn’t true
I just don’t get it at all...

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Faults

Faults

Like a splinter in my mind,
Relinquishing it is hard.
I’m cut so easily I find,
Like...

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Writers Hell

Writers Hell

I draw my ink up from the well,
The dark abode of writers’ hell.
I’m never happy with my pen...

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The shadows of the forest...

The shadows of the forest...

Moon growling, to the mist filled starry sky, to crinkled crunched leaves sounding out, to unwavering cries...

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Restless leg syndrome??

On my God, what a nuisance
Here they go again
My legs are feeling overactive
This...

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Time is a healer ❤️

Where there is darkness
There will be light
When you are troubled
It will be alright...

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Matthew Brown

Waving af the station
Hanky in her hand
They parted with a kiss
At the platform D...

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Live well?

Live well?

We have to be positive in the way we care, it's about striving forward at all times ??

Live well...

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LET'S GO ON STRIKE

LET'S GO ON STRIKE

Come on workers we will strike today
It's time we all had better pay
So the workers were...

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Life’s Elevator

Life’s Elevator

Quite long ago, when I was young, “Going up”, “Life’s Elevator” would say;
Each year I rode it...

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So Damn Tired....

So Damn Tired....

Sometimes, when I reflect upon my life
All the wrong choices
The people I made cry
...

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Morphed by the Great Divide

What an exquisite masterpiece you are
Truly a composition of grandeur

Set apart not by the...

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Never Enough

Never Enough

Nothing ever seems enough,
For you are so hard to please,
Always in the wrong I am,
...

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If I had a say to speak

If I had a say to speak

The day was such that in the sky
the grey cloud waved its own goodbye
and in its place the...

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Of Mice And Men

Of Mice And Men

One of
the most
irritating
things
that
I find myself
dealing with...

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The Progressive Bourgeoisie

The Progressive Bourgeoisie

I recently
discovered
wooden splinters
embedded
in my skin
that are...

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It wasn’t me honestly ?

It wasn’t me honestly ?

How can a little gust of wind
Be so darn right smelly
I often...