I was born a wild child
a navigators son
from the slums I took my chances
and was always on the run
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A remarkable write, Charlie. I admire your ability to conform passion to form, your ability to express the universal through recognition of the independent, individual sensiblility. And anyway, it's just a heck of an experience. The navigator's son... learns to navigate his world. Wow.
Honest, brave and very touching. My applause for this one. Kindest regards, Sandra
Strong stuff, Charles. And full of fighting spirit. Very enjoyable. Love, Fran xx
paraded with a vengeance, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , NICE POEM