Taking bouts of your lot bred
peace and non-caustic laughing
With smiles and unbroken heart
you sent resentment packing
It seemed that your dressing gown,
sun-expending and curing,
hid some of your pain. Its lamps
stopped fear and the life taking
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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