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It Will Never Be Enough

It Will Never Be Enough

Let's get this straight - it will never be enough,
no jealousy - it's just not made of the right...

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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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Privacy

Camera invasion is everywhere
CCTV and smartphones are deleting privacy
Our personal lives...

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Wise Men

Wisdom

Wise Men

They say that wise men are a virtue,
It’s sad that there are only a few.
These men teach me...

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The Agony Of True Hunger

To go without a stomach sated
Is a pain that hits in a different kind of place
It hits you in...

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WHEN THE LIGHTHOUSE GOES DARK

Sir Tony Taylor

WHEN THE LIGHTHOUSE GOES DARK

WHEN I FIRST VISITED THE COSMOS
YOU SPREAD THE WELCOME MAT
WITH YOUR KIND WORDS
AS...

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The Clean Chair

Sitting under bright lights
Glasses covering my cobalt eyes
As my blood pressure rises...

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A Slice of Sky

Pastel
amethyst yellow
skies ..
Filled to overflow
with the
silhouettes...

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Sonnet on the Tyne

Sonnet on the Tyne

Those bridges hold my heart, I know I'm home.
Away and back again, they make me smile
...

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Running From My Problems

Avoidance is how I cope with things
But it isn't healthy, I know that
I can't face the...

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FUTURE PREMIERE 1962

FUTURE PREMIERE 1962

These folks premiered in 1962...

50 years into the future...

2062..

I wasn't born...

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Racial Predjudice

Racial  Predjudice

Some people worry too much - 'Jews Don't Count,'
the aggro is out there in a varying silly amount;...

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Veil of Silence

Veil of Silence

Pin ones heart on sleeve
Another practiced to deceive
No adoration left to share
Twas...

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Dumping Patients

Dropped on the concrete sidewalk
No insurance and homeless

Left to the elements, the elderly...

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While Out Busy Partying

For little j always remembered with BIG love and respect ..

He was not good enough
for her, but she
was far too good for him ..
Yet my how her...

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OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

Inspired by Bill MacEachern

OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

There's a generation that doesn't have the largest population which probably was for the best...

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