Chris Shaw
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Quest For PerfectionA Poem by Chris Shaw(make your mind up) |
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Billy The BruteA Poem by Chris ShawThe storm's messing with my muse causing trouble :) |
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This is no ladyA Poem by Chris Shaw(in the grip of a storm) |
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A Pirate From The PastA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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FindsA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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RootsA Poem by Chris Shaw(honey fungus is a b*****d killer) |
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Generational SpreadA Poem by Chris Shaw(how times have changed) |
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Transient CalmA Poem by Chris Shaw(after the Thames burst its banks) |
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She said, He saidA Poem by Chris ShawBlame it on tv |
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Dicing With SuperstitionA Poem by Chris Shaw(Freda who loved nothing but a London knees up) |
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