Chris Shaw
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Watch My LipsA Poem by Chris Shaw(A bit of fun) |
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Rural EnglandA Poem by Chris ShawThe recent rain, has made the land far greener. |
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Someone Else's GriefA Poem by Chris Shaw(part of my stamp collection from years ago, an envelope with a black border,from the reign of Queen Victoria, the contents long gone) |
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Cobwebs and LaughterA Poem by Chris Shaw(Rewind, an 80's music festival at Henley, nothing like going with old friends) |
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Suppressed GriefA Poem by Chris Shaw(let it out) |
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Let It Be KnownA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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What Makes A Poet Sing?A Poem by Chris Shaw(when the muse calls) |
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Minor MeA Poem by Chris Shaw(that inner child coming out to play) |
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May In BloomA Poem by Chris Shaw(river delights) |
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UnforgivingA Poem by Chris Shaw(a half truth) |
