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It's real, you know
It’s real, you know Free to charge down life’s highway. Free to find yourself. Free to think what is reasonable to think. Free to eat, drink, and grow. Free to say what annoys you.
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Playing with cats
Playing with cats Playing with Fluffy in the garden, her long, black coat is divine, shiny and soft, it mats and it clumps, combing – a job that is mine.
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Bills
Bills Bills drop through my door like blue whales. One, two, three; gas, electric, water. And there’s more; telephone and computer on top of food, drink and council tax. Let me be,
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When you cry
When you cry When you cry, I bleed inside. Shaken like a young boy for stealing a chew, your tears leave me dry. When you play, I leap inside. Rolling like a thunder cloud
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January morning
January Morning Winter. The lady’s cold, rheumatic fingers scratch away some ice from her windows. Some children in the street throwing snowballs. Clunk! Snow hits the wall, and sticks,
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