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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i wa...
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A Fleeting Romance
A short poem.sometimes we become lost and a dream is an escape to wonderful things.
Can Money Buy Happiness?
Im in the mood for a rant.
Remembering The 80s Era
A look back on the 1980s.the games we played.british bull dogs.pacman.i hope this article stirs up good memories of a great era.the days when only businessmen had mobile phones, and they were the size of a brick.
Corned Beef Recipies
Things to make from corned beef.
Zurker Networking and Publishing
Join the biggest upcoming publishing website.earn shares for refering friends.surely going to be the next big thing with over 5000 members already.
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A short poem about the death of my brother.
When is The Right Time Euthanasia and Your Pet?
Letting your pet go is one of the hardest desicions we need to make.i hope my story makes it a little easier.
A mothers love for an handicapped child or adult.
Here is stephens reworking of an old tom pace song.stephen has changed the words with the artists blessing.it is a song to promote awareness of bowel cancer.with over 5,000 you tube hits the song needs a final push to reach 10,000 hits.thank you.
A poem I wrote in 1990.slightly tongue in cheek.
What Looks Real Often Isnt
A grim poetic view of life.
Health Issues at an Early Age.is Our Lifestyle to Blame?...
Are people suffering from illness at an earlier age than ever before?
My Hometown. Hartlepool
Well known people and facts about hartlepool.
Another I poem I wrote sum twenty years ago.
Do You Believe in Life After Death?
Sceptics will tell us that when a fortune teller/spiritulist gives us a message from the grave it is an act of picking up on our thoughts.That we are so desperate in our grief that we will believe anything told to us.That it is total guesswork.I pers...