Craig Thomas
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Makes the heart grow fonderA Poem by Craig Thomas |
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Dark Matter at the whitworth.A Poem by Craig ThomasFirst two verses written before walking round, the last one after. |
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A place for everythingA Poem by Craig ThomasThe way I am, odd.... |
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Alone but connectedA Poem by Craig ThomasI am an early riser. Always have been. This ditty was written in bed on my iPod in the early hours. |
