Category: Thoughts
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You stand atop the stair A chill presence I often feel you there Music, you love The piano you played In a lonely room With…
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Morning crept through curtains partly drawn Grey and woolly, Damp of thought No urge to rise To greet a day that surely would come to…
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I think that Children naturally display a freedom of spirit. Unburdened yet with the responsibilities of adulthood and retaining unrepressed imaginations, Children will turn anything…
