The Fog
The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…
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The fog in the room, spirits collecting I thought my eyes were foggy then I realised what I had seen the gathering the final time, in early morning not aware…
There is an urgent need to have public works programmes, one, monorail systems on current motorways using current terminal hubs, two properly organised safe new cycle tracks Leeds for example…
Th’re wast upon the riv’r bank a pile of soil transmut’d if ‘t be true thee wouldst indulge me, into a heapeth of emotion laying within. T wast a warmeth…
Fear of the Hour. Fear over rules as it does, fear of the second, fear of the minute, fear of the hour, fear of this day and unknown fear of…
Is religion owned by an elite or is religion for everyone that is a very difficult proposition indeed throughout the world, religion ready to take the strays at the door…