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Soul’s Loss

Once on a Mondays Stroll I came across a hidden Cross. Polished to a Spot it glinted with beauty, It told me of devotion, hard work and Love (more&helli...
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Carved on a Child’s mind a preacher’s words rang, Treading earth and Filth with hardened soles His puny hands sorting out Post sell-by discards Past his ...
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A story I heard, oh so untrue Trapped in its words was the name of You Wrapped in flawless diction And the mention of a few. (more…)...