These are my words
I throw them high UP into the air
To make their own way in the world
& hope that you will catch them
Before they
Fall
To the ground.
Like old birthday bouquets
Imitating the fall
Of autumn leaves.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter...
4th. October 2012.
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With you not here beside me Life seems a near blank page With only a comma on it. A solitary smudge of ink Where words should build cathedr...
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My generation rejoiced when National Service was abolished. Our new freedoms brought forth great things, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, H...
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