Cymbals sound
Infantes intrant mundum
Your mustered credence displays lions
All lined up, delivering
Hours nip
Along passageways of Time
Until your duties see their reward
In the smile of a parent
Celtic supporters singing their hearts out in our tube carriage, green and white shirts on. Their melody talks about happiness, and...
First poem added to my blog for a while: Fill your heart with photons Pink-brown cheeks, peach scoops, my baby chick. Fruit ciders,...
Ronnie’s feathered touch is on show on baize. His white queen charms red ball bee swarms. Ronnie’s rectangle shines under strip lights....
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