http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gilroy The original writings of author Bob en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057270 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We all dream about different lives, our own may be good but we still have romanticised ideas of other lives. A poem about one man’s Journey through many lives and the consequences http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gilroy/1318120/ An Essay about suffering, One man's view on his afterlife. Venting while sad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gilroy/1314911/ Ramblings of the world seen through the eyes of one abnormal in a world filled deaf and blind clones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gilroy/1312990/ No man is an Island but beware. Woman are beautiful and very powerful. A Poem about powerful women and the men they had in the palm of their hands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gilroy/1307077/ Inspired by the Beat Generation of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and co. 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