Chris Shaw
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Losses and GainsA Poem by Chris ShawMy brother would have died at 59. Through organ donation he survived another 3 years. They were so precious to us and we found out after his death tha.. |
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Gentle On My MindA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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QuestionsA Poem by Chris ShawAnswers required |
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JeannieA Poem by Chris ShawLyrical, and I do sing it in the bath. About my friend Jeannie, who appears now and then in dreams. My ten year old pal. Simplistic and through the ey.. |
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Who's Who in the Pecking Order?A Poem by Chris Shaw |
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"No more", they said, "No more"A Poem by Chris Shaw@ 1930, and true. My Nan's father. She could barely bring herself to utter his name. |
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Rough JusticeA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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Going Back To My RootsA Poem by Chris ShawChristmas in the fifties in London, one from the archives. |
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Stupidity KillsA Poem by Chris Shaw(Consequences of following misinformation) Two swans dead and others at risk and winter has only just started. Local news in Caversham by the Thames.. |
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Melt DownA Poem by Chris ShawCinquain one sentence, five lines 2/4/6/8/2 syllables with imagery |
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