Youth

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On Returning to Gullworthy

5 cottages, an old chapel a redundant school .. and not...

There is an old stone bridge
somewhere,
way over yonder that still
crosses our Tamar...

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Upon Recalling Youth and...

In all probability
it was one
of two Helens,
that first
pointed me in
...

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A Reflection Upon a Youth...

Insidious Loss

Oh’ how
I grieve the loss of function ..
Oh’ how
I mourn the loss of form ..
...

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THE LAND OF SMILES

THE LAND OF SMILES

When I was in my youth I got by on just a smile
Everyone was friendly to me and wanted to hangout...

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MY TEDDY BEAR

Had it since childhood and it went everywhere
Brown quite naturally was my cute teddy bear
...

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Bragging

made up by me (Abdullah) I am in year 9

Bragging

You're a bragger
Nasty words fly out of your mouth as fast as Usain Bolt.
Bragging.
It...

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Dun a Runna

originally writ long ago, when I was a very norty boy

More fleeting than an April shower
he loved her less than half an hour ..

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~ On Being A Boy ~

~ On Being A Boy ~

Slow sleeping,
My daydreams ease,
So perfectly as I breathe in,
Memories of being a...

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YOUNG EYES

What horrors have your young eyes seen

Know for certain they are not fields of green...

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Tall in the short grass

Tall in the short grass

We rest - we've won,
now we've come undone.
Blame the west for the scorched earth of our...

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YOUNG IDEALISTS

Listen to the young idealists when they speak
Putting the world to rights at least once a week...

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Idealism

Idealism

I did not
ask why

I guess
what you
feel is
irrelevant

A Don...

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Latest Trend: Trauma!

Latest Trend: Trauma!

Ah, don´t wear my pain like a necklace
Don´t mistake wails for music
You´re all so innocently...

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~ The Accents Of My Youth ~

~ The Accents Of My Youth ~

My love and I
Did such soft kisses make
That I questioned why
My mind could not...

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When We Were Seventeen

When We Were Seventeen

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year,
for not knowing and learning and drinking beer,...

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Skipping Stones

Dedicated to Greg Etsell

Skipping Stones

Please all gather round and listen,
For I have a cherished tale to tell.
Of memories young...