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Deep End

Deep End

It feels like I’m sinking further everyday. Constantly being swept by the sea of life’s sway. Every time I...

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Remember back to more...

Remember back to more happier days
in the fields, on them summer nights drunk.
We sang and...

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I’m A Yo-Yo

I’m A Yo-Yo

I think when I was nine or ten, the Yo-Yo craze began;
Buy one and then practice hard, learn all...

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Heart And Soul

Heart And Soul

One of the first songs that a youngster plays, when the piano they try to learn;
Is the two-part...

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The Ownership of Self...

The Ownership of Self-Destruction

We thought that we owned the dark streets
Scattered across apartment basements unseen.
...

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The Hustler

The Hustler

After dropping out of college, in January of ’63;
I decided that a Pool Hustler, was what I wanted...

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Clean Dancing

Clean Dancing

In the Fall of 1961, the beginning of my high school Senior year;
They made a great announcement,...

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SOLDIERS REFLECTIONS

SOLDIERS REFLECTIONS

It was on a cold and wet September's day
He received a letter saying he would be going away
...

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Dirty....DIRTY!!!

Dirty....DIRTY!!!

I took Mandy, our hyper English Setter
for a walk – or more properly,
she took me for a drag...

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Innocent victim

​​​​​​​When I thought of love
That moment my soul grew fond ​​​​​​​
​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​ I craved...

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JUDGE NOT

JUDGE NOT

Don’t do that!
Don’t decide
Reserve judgement

Suspend you opinions until
Proof...

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My Lancashire Lass....a...

My Lancashire Lass....a love story of 1950s Lancashire by Jude kyrie

I was nineteen, almost twenty
back then. In the fifties.
The small after war mill town...

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yellow ribbons

yellow ribbons

on an old country lane,
at the end of the runway,
of Robin Hood Airport,
in the...

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What Happened?

What Happened?

A world of temptation
Could we be headed straight
For damnation?

What happened...

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Young and broken

walking through the streets at 4am
tired eyes and the after taste of vodka in our mouths
love...

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Noodle Frost

Noodle Frost

If there's frost on your noodle, don't despair
It's a sign of genius if you've got grey hair...