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ME.

I am a sixty-five year old London taxi driver who wrote a book in 2012 that is now under its third consecutive years paid option to become a $30,000,000 film. Six years earlier in 2006 I had a road traffic … Continue reading

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A Poor World, by Danny Kemp

If I had more hair then I’d pull some out. If I had a loud voice then I’d scream and shout. But I’m just a single voice locked in a cacophony of sound. Where in this world is there good … Continue reading

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A Comment About The Desolate Garden.

 People are all different. Some are kind in their comments, and others the opposite. But there’s a third type; those that go that step further with their warm-heartedness and compassion. This is from Diann Polchinski. I hope she doesn’t mind … Continue reading

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BRAVO, by Danny Kemp

I am bored by banality, Give me wisdom, show me hope! You show me life through a one-dimensional telescope. Widen your scope. Venture somewhere new. You’re taking your opinions from the back of the queue! Form your own thoughts, think … Continue reading

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Forever!

  Forever! As the clouds touch the mountains, and the sea washes ashore, So my whole life I do devote to you; forever more. As the sun warms our hearts, and the rain cleanses our skin, Let love be our … Continue reading

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People In London, by Danny Kemp

Vacant faces with no traces, Of what’s happening inside. Always rushing never slowing,  To secret places they glide. Voices shouting, ears not hearing, Places sought to hide. Men are digging, machines are hammering, Sanity does collide. City heaving, no one … Continue reading

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A Cockney Boy, by Danny Kemp

A Cockney Boy I’m thankful I’m a London boy, that’s where I was born, bred and raised. I’ll stay a London boy until the end of my days. I don’t want to change a thing, I’m proud of what I … Continue reading

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A Bladder. An amusing explanation of a misspent youth.

As soon as I was born I decided that to become the most efficient bladder this world had ever seen, needed application and practise. I set about my task, from an early age, with vigour and forthright intent. It was … Continue reading

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Diabetes, by Danny Kemp.

My legs won’t walk, my lungs can’t breathe. Soon I’ll be crawling along on my knees. My head is swimming, my eyes are weak. I have no wish to try to speak. My mouth is dry, my tongue is on … Continue reading

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Side By Side, by Danny Kemp

Side By Side, by Danny Kemp Hold the hand that’s offered, Tightly in your own. Share the love that’s whispered Until no longer you feel alone. Live the dream together, As only lovers are able to do Side by side … Continue reading

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