Young

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HEAVEN SENT . . . .

We were young again, how beautiful you were,
walking across the room, my eternal, my avatar;
...

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I CAN (BOY OF SIX)

I can jump puddles how clever am I ?
I can also climb trees and I'm learning to fly
I can in...

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Across Time

Across Time

I look past the debris, the chasm of time,
Stood back from the threshold on planes sublime.
I...

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That smell

Do you too
Know that smell
When spring arrives
I'm put under a spell
I can't...

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YOUNG CHILD OF FOUR

YOUNG CHILD OF FOUR

A young child of four loves hugs and cuddles
Getting into scrapes and jumping puddles
They...

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OH TO BE A YOUNG LADY OF...

OH TO BE A YOUNG LADY OF TWENTY THREE

The tight fitting jeans cling to your bum
The loose fitting shirt shows cleavage and tum
Oh...

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Mi Pueblito Perdido

Mi Pueblito Perdido

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be...

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LITTLE SLEEPY HEAD

LITTLE SLEEPY HEAD


Time for a sleep little sleepy head
Time to rest and go to bed
What a day you have...

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NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS BY...

NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS BY SAHAJ SABHARWAL

"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"

Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don't have knowledge...

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SOLDIER BOY

SOLDIER BOY

Here's a story of a man named Dave
Enlisted as a soldier he was ever so brave
Only seventeen...

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Again & Again (Smiling...

Again & Again (Smiling Depression)

The mask is cracking once again.
Hand me that pen and I'll start again.
I'll have the biggest...

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1970 album desire ----- ...

17 years old
1970s
young blonde hair streams across
tense mountainous muscle
...

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CHARLIE THE HAPPY CLOUD

CHARLIE THE HAPPY CLOUD

Charlie is the name of my happy little cloud
He is always blue and makes me feel proud
...

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SEARCH FOR FEATHERS

SEARCH FOR FEATHERS

You are my gift...

How do I thank you?

You are one of my very best blessings...

...

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He was too young to know......

He was too young to know....A love story by jude kyrie  writing as a woman.

HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW..a short romantic love story by Jude writing as a woman

I know I still...

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Bleeding ink

Bleeding ink

as her hands typed away
To the words of mournful poem
She bleed ink
Because at this...

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Guilt: washing machine

your filthy
you reek of individuality
how dare you be such a mess
don't worry society...