Chris Shaw
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GratitudeA Poem by Chris ShawA breakthrough, what those moments can do for you. |
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Taking Cake and SnapshotsA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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Mother's RuinA Poem by Chris Shaw(written after looking at William Hogarth's art work, Gin Lane 1750 and reading Wiki) |
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Though Lovely Is Her MemoryA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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Highgate CemeteryA Poem by Chris ShawA visit to Highgate Cemetery, London with Pandora a poet friend. Although it was a hot day she had shivers running up and down her spine. |
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If Your Face Doesn't FitA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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InterludeA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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FlightpathA Poem by Chris ShawPlaying with haiku |
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There Lingers DignityA Poem by Chris ShawAttempting a sonnet |
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A Winter PassingA Poem by Chris Shaw |
