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Don’t Touch Me We passed in a flurry of passion. Your eyes said contact me. Don’t touch me. Others were flimsy ghosts haunting themselves. We were real, but didn’t believe in ourselves. The longer we looked, the less we saw. The less we saw, the more we doubted. The passers-by passed us by The hangers-on Read more
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https://www.mixcloud.com/roystannard/the-whole-nine-yards-ep-155-14124-sky-high-with-roy-stannard-on-mid-sussex-radio-1038fm/ The Whole Nine Yards Episode 155 With Roy Stannard On Mid Sussex Radio 103.8FM Sunday 14th January 2024 3-5pm http://www.midsussexradio.co.uk/listen Sky High Sky high or Sky fall? The sky can prompt a wide range of feelings and moods. The brilliance of a clear day – to the sombre tones of an overcast one, is Read more
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A friendship that is never tested Because there is no cross examination. Where the beginning Is also the end. Always, my friend. Read more
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..the grand pursuit of the heart of La Grande Bellaza in the cradle of civilisation like turning out of an alley and finding light in the piazza.. Read more
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The End and the Beginning Because others had named the day We can plot the moment When first in a church and then in the barn of an after bouquet of a wedding you caught a glimpse of the future in each other deftly like a slipping shadow at first then ripening boldly Read more
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Who is like God? Love was the father and love the mother. You arrived in December, anticipating another Christmas A reward in yourself rather than a present A pilgrimage more than a journey Because we cannot find love in ourselves Only with another And you were the purest love The world of love in Read more
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The Language of Us Before you, I walked at the edge of the group A straggler in strangers My life didn’t fit, held together with an unsafety pin I was made not to measure A bird not of a feather And my hesitant shadow held back Expecting never to be expectant, half a step Read more
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