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Hi friends, Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome. I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild, I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time. Please come back from time to time and read some more. I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read. Have a nice day. William Sinclair Manson. MY INTERVIEW WITH ROBERT HEWITT Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STORIES Please checkout PUBLIC POEMS Please checkout BILLY'S RANTS   THANKS OR VISITING.
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EVERYBODY NEEDS!

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Everybody needs sunshine for spirits to glow and positive attitudes for stamina to grow. Everybody needs food or we don't survive be it vegetables, meat or fruit its nice to have a choice these days some products can be substitute. Everybody needs to be loved in this life feel wanted, and given a hug its part of the ritual of mankind bitten by a beautiful bug. Everybody needs companionship say  "hello" to a stranger passing by kindness costs nothing a vocal sound and a courteous glance with your eye. Everybody needs civility even when your not in the mood smile as you go through your day your attitude can do some good. Everyone needs each other or else what is the use? so thank your lucky stars for love and forget the normal excuse. Everybody needs a good old vent to get the bad things out raise your arms, cry out loud verbally scream and shout. Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkout SHORT STOR...
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THE ICE CREAM VAN.

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His jingles could be heard from afar as he drove into our street a magical vehicle on four wheels beckoning to give us a treat.. Ice cream so delicious and change to buy a sweet those days were so spectacular spectacular and neat. Shouting up to mum to get a couple of pence the din was overpowering while shaking the garden fence. The World was your oyster as you chose your fav ice cream this little van with wonders was a child's paradise dream. Sometimes we would have enough to buy a sweet or two content with your lot those days and your mates were happy too. He came around our street twenty times a day but your parents were very dubious to give their money away. Money was more tight then but the luxuries were sometimes had it stretched a little further even got money from your dad! The jingle could be heard for miles as you ran to greet the man with treasures over spilling from the little musical van.
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THE ONLY WAY THEY KNOW.

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Born to a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights we live in fear wondering when it will come this isn't a dream or fairytale fighting for the last crumb. Children nearly as young as five carrying weapons to kill no teachers to teach them civility keenly craving for blood to spill. Parents in jail or not around no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion it appears whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know or care just statistics to quote in the news as hatred grows in every child. fighting of physical abuse. Safe in our own little domain forgetting reality in the streets carnage and disdain every day. you don't get a tab or receipt. todays youth, neglected each day brushed under the carpet "oh well" never h...
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CHILDREN OF WAR.

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Born in a World of hate guns and knives the way nothing to look forward to except horror every day. Ethnic groups everywhere fighting for their right looking after their families every day and night Days and nights in fear wondering when it will come not living in a fairy tale far from a beating drum. Children as young as five carrying weapons to kill education not an option edging for blood to spill. Parents in jail or dead no one to discipline the young left in a world of commotion whistling the tune as its sung. What is the answer? no one seems to know just statistics to quote as the hatred feeds to grow. We are all to blame safe in our own little World forgetting whats really going on while carnage and fighting unfurled. Look around what do you see? the youth ,going nowhere brushed under the carpet in a place were life isn't fair. CHILDREN OF WAR Please checkout MY PUBLISHED BOOKS Please checkout BLOG PROMOTIONS Please checkou...
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