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The old man and the sixpence

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Wentworth Went

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Finding my own luck

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Perilous Presence

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little things v1

I am so very little,
these words and sentences are dwarfish
in the shadow of phrases turning like rivers
swift and deep into the mind,
a current into the heart.
yet I am not but little,
so little I must be:
these are my little things.

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Why?


In many minds

I view mankind

but only that

would seem quite dull

if I could learn

from nothing else

there wouldn't be

that much to know.

 


The way the wind

separates the grass;

the way the snow

would ice the ground.

Would I need that

along the road,

and in what way

could it help out?

 

Definitive is fine

if you are

bold enough

to think you're wise,

but how are you

to learn a thing

if you would never

question: why?!

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the sky was the
color of old
steel and it
made us cling
to the hopes
that sunshine would
come one day,
but tears from
angles unseen fell
as we said goodbye
to the time you had left- 

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This Bitter Cold ...

The bitter cold bites me in the arse

temperature drops the ten inch mercury,

I shivered as time stood still

The air dead frozen, muffing my ears.

 

Sun shining high up in the sky

its so called warmth told us lies,

I see no clouds and I highly doubt

that Winter will be nice to us.

 

As I sit my lazy arse on my bed

covering myself with all the blankets,

No warmth was given

but I fight on, Living

for another day.

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