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She said I had a one track mind, and she did not mean the shit singles vinyl collection I still had from the 1980s...... This is a joke mate, so listen to the f..... Audio version for the enlightened thoughts of the Truth Poet. 

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Winter Sundays

We know each year it comes to us
Darkness, to bright cold winter days
The greens become a golden yellow
Before bareness reveals ageing old oaks
Yet cousins stay that darker luscious green 
And brave red berries are to be born again
In time for their festive December displays

Birds, squirrels, foxes and rats still search
To find enough to live in our way 
Close enough, but not as our pre...

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beeskisseslovepraySundayWinter

The clocks tick for war

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The Spring is coming

Why did I doubt you?
Your faithful truth,
The mother of life,
Winter was too dangerously wild,
Your light is my fight against that night.

Cherish me as I awaken,
Nourish my starving soul,
Let me feel your softening touch,
Hold me up into your arms,
Love me again as she did once too much.

Now salvation has a price,
And your love is somebody's vice,
Yet I need you now again,
I need ...

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