I was the grass at school
I sang to the teacher
Like a canary
I was very hard to like
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I will try to remember
That you are human.
I aim not to build
Your pedestal too high
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Take me back to that road
With the yellow flowers
And crystal clear blue sky
Where I would run for hours
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Forgive me I am a poet
It is my compulsion
To be sentimental
To dream of a better world
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If the world is going to end
let it go in style
charge all inhabitants an entrance fee
and make it worth their while
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Safely positioned on the sofa
Reach for the remote
1 2 3 4
Turn over tv
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The shadow monsters
On the bedroom wall,
Have sharp claws
And sharper teeth
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Liquid moments
slip through my hands
and drip out my fingers
as i try to hold on.
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Everyone walks
in their own little worlds.
Heads full of problems
thoughts and worries.
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on bahalf
of all turkeys
i would like to thank
vegans and veg lovers
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You can drag out a drama if you wish to. You can add an extra act to a play of many parts and still keep your audience keen. Yet, whether you go for a blow-by-blow description of the show, the fact still remains that something is ending.
(Cancer horoscope, Daily mail.28.12.2007)
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Should you be strong and assertive, or soft and supportive? Should you make a stand and say your piece, or sit down and listen carefully? It is hard to know the best tack to take. Just dont think too much about it. Trust your instincts.
(Cancer horoscope Weekend magazine, Daily mail,29.12.2007)
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I do not blame the sun
If it feels jealous
After all
How can it compete
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self proclaimed earth mother and all around big softie. Born prematurely and so spending 18 years in a wheelchair I find my disability a great advantage when queing for theme parks etc. Likes chocolate all be it a little too much and i'm also a closet wrestling fan (please don't laugh))
Jewellery Box
In the jewellery box,
The locket he gave her
Lies tarnished.
Old photos gather dust
On the top of the wardrobe
Pushed right to the back.
She turns off the radio
Every time their song comes on;
She takes a different route to work
To avoid passing his house.
But sometimes…
She wears the locket,
Looks at the photo’s,
Plays the song,
Drives past his house
And dreams what might have been