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Halloween ’Tis soon the night of Halloween When ghosts and ghouls are said to be seen. Be quick and run and hide from view Before they see and chase after you. Ghosts can even walk through those walls While ghouls … Continue reading
Life without a friend is death without a witness. A witness does not always see the truth And as truth can sometimes be ignored Ignoring the needs of a friend is to die alone! © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
Puddles of reflection are like mirrors to the mind. Images left behind you with their view redefined. A canopy of cover, a buffer to the pain. Puddles of reflection rippling in the rain. © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved
If You Have Feelings Then Mad You Definitely Ain’t!
If last week you carpeted the ceiling and today you’re painting the floor Then remember the first rule of decorating; always work towards the door. I once knew a man who never knew this, and he worked in the … Continue reading
Love Is a Belief That Wants No Cure
If the mind was silent and all thoughts are stilled, Then the heart can listen and all dreams can be fulfilled. If the pain can be forgotten and all fears pushed aside, Then emotions can be trusted and the heart … Continue reading
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I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading
The Act Of Thoughtfulness
Platitudes; overused words the meaning having been lost in time. Just the same as the words I use in those silly rhymes of mine! BUT WAIT……… Santa Claus is in trouble. He’s lost a sack and he’s now in disgrace. … Continue reading
Beyond What’s Old
The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng. The … Continue reading