Chris Shaw
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Once There Was JamA Poem by Chris Shaw(Honey fungus will wipe out with ease all soft fruit trees in it's path. A nightmare) |
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DoorstepsA Poem by Chris Shaw(errands at seven for Grandad) |
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NeedledA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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NurtureA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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When the Glass is EmptyA Poem by Chris Shaw(written following the death of a newly married policeman in our locality, on duty,) |
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After The EclipseA Poem by Chris Shawone from the archives |
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Young PretendersA Poem by Chris Shaw(found in an old notebook of mine, swans are very territorial in the mating season) |
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When The Bough BreaksA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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Lemon DrizzleA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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SlippingA Poem by Chris Shaw |
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