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July 14, 2012

 

 

 

 

Auntie Nellie loved strawberry jelly,

Uncle Bertie loved fruity tarts.

Auntie Nellie watched soaps on the telly,

Uncle Bertie preferred to watch darts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The deal is struck and

adrenaline’s running high.

The build up has been mind blowing

But to the bonus, wave goodbye.

 

 

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Go outside and mix.

Join the world.

Talk to anyone, smile

at everyone you pass.

Sit on the grass and

people watch.

Interact.

Just get off those

confounded contraptions

and LIVE

 

 

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Lacking in table manners, they

eat like chimps in the zoo.

Shovelling it in and gobbling

it down, without so much

as a chew!

 

 

 

 

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He was willing to leave

his roots to be with her.

But she wouldn’t hear of it,

and thus spent the rest of her

life wondering – what if?

 

 

 

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Under normal circumstances

such an idea would have been

unthinkable.  She’d already been

warned that sorrow she would drink.

But she was lead by her stubborn

foolhardiness, and unable, clearly to think.

 

 

 

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She lived and died and no-one knew,

the pain she felt, for she withdrew.

She kept her suffering out of view,

to prove her love for me and you.

 

 

 

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July 13, 2012

 

 

 

My tears into rain have gathered

My smile now the beaming sun

My presence in the form of a shiver,

is all I dare deliver.

 

  

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It’s best to own up to the simplest mistake

because not to, would only be folly.

If sorry doesn’t work, then plead insanity

It’s OK to be quite off your trolley

 

It’s best to recover from any such mistake,

as fast as you possibly can.

Get it right off your chest then lay it to rest,

and move on to your very next plan.

 

As we all grow, we must make that mistake,

from which we always step back and retreat.

How many times must we wobble and fall,

before finally finding our feet?

 

How dull life would be without a single mistake,

to refer to at some later stage.

And how sad not to have in our memory bank,

a mistake that was worth a week’s wage!

 

 

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The words she said

came back to haunt me.

At the time I dismissed them

as futile and meaningless.

But the words she said

were profound and should

have been listened to.

 

 

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