Category: Poetry
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It may be black as the darkest night As black as Newgate’s knocker But flickering light illuminates The fearful huddled faces… Seated, gasping, frightened It’s…
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The weekend passed The real world became A string of glimpses As my driving passion gripped Punctuated by cups of tea An occasional meal Breaking…
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Today is a day I knew would happen When I started writing This sequence of poems.. I find I have nothing to add No new…
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