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It'is awful-e clere,
Righting just write.
En a langauge like t-his,
Culd bee, quiet confuseing.
A difficult way to know beauty, is to learn a language.
 Jan 5 jules
Mark Bell
Brian the snail
Turbo fast
Entered races
In Every race
He came last.
Raced the tortoise
Raced the sloth
Kept on racing
But still he lost.
Brian would race
With a sluggish
Smile
Lost to the hare
By a country mile.
Brian the snail
Raced
Ellie the elephant
You guessed it
He lost
but at a price
Brian was duly
squashed.
They retired his number,
Number seven
So Brian the snail
could race
Again in heaven.
 Jan 5 jules
badwords
To leave this small town, I would dare,
If courage found its way to me.
A wasteland's blue and brown despair,
Cogs turning, struts of industry.

For years I toiled, for years I ran,
The pace relentless, never slowed.
Yet once again, here I began,
Back at the end of the road.
Worry for my son
Worry all around
Fragile ordinary
Please not lost but found

Hope for the future
Slowly day by day
My darling darling one
My son: callooh! callay!
  
                hey hey
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my heart has hardened.
as I grow older and look at this world,
it all makes me turn my eyes away and ponder where the love has truly gone.
where the wonder has gone.
when life was filled with colour and eager expectation.
i want my heart to be so open, and filled with love, that when the world sees me, they see Christ.
let my pride wither away, as with my flesh,
let me be humble, and fall on my face in constant awe.
let me not pull away and hide from the agony around, that my heart becomes bitter and enraged.
oh, let your love change us, o God, I pray.
'I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages'
-Charles Spurgeon.
Sitting in the subway.
All fix their eyes on screens —
What does this sight convey?
Is this all that their lives mean?
Inspired by a ride on the Berlin subway.
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