Huw
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Perish the thought.A Poem by HuwObservations. |
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Time should be treasuredA Poem by Huw |
The damage done.A Poem by HuwI added this to an Art of Susan Sloane who is kind enough to allow me to post the work other wise my words would have nothing with which to relate. |
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The final complaint.A Poem by Huw |
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Stepping off the planet.A Poem by Huw |
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Not worth it...A Poem by HuwUmmmm? |
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Rest in...what?A Poem by HuwLife and what we are at times presented with, but ignore. |
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Why me? 4A Poem by HuwI now realise where this is all going. Number 4 in what are glimpses of my younger days, the days of my vanity. |
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Destination 3A Poem by HuwMore thoughts on memories |
