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Stay until finally they live again.
Men could learn a lot
from their patience
Stay until finally they live again.
Men could learn a lot
from their patience
Read these raw and gritty memoirs to find out about the rascal I was before, during and after my service…
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Read these raw and gritty memoirs to find out about the rascal I was before, during and after my service…
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Moths are
Plain clothed butterflies
He used to say,
And he should know,
Having retired, himself
From the Flying Squad,
Some thirty years ago.
© Bernard Pearson
Moths are
Plain clothed butterflies
He used to say,
And he should know,
Having retired, himself
From the Flying Squad,
Some thirty years ago.
© Bernard Pearson
Canada geese land
on winter water,
with the stealth
of a parent checking
upon a sleeping child.
© Bernard Pearson
Canada geese land
on winter water,
with the stealth
of a parent checking
upon a sleeping child.
© Bernard Pearson
Be love when you
Have lost everything,
be love in every breath,
Be love in every thought,
Be love even when It seems
That life has come to nought,
Be love, be love, be love.
© Bernard Pearson
Be love when you
Have lost everything,
be love in every breath,
Be love in every thought,
Be love even when It seems
That life has come to nought,
Be love, be love, be love.
© Bernard Pearson
The outline of a hare,
In the hatching morning.
Demure in a flint- rusted field .
Eyes aroused to the deal,
Slippered ears glinting
Like discarded oyster shells.
Alarmed by the clack of crows
Away in the twisting of time.
© Bernard Pearson
The outline of a hare,
In the hatching morning.
Demure in a flint- rusted field .
Eyes aroused to the deal,
Slippered ears glinting
Like discarded oyster shells.
Alarmed by the clack of crows
Away in the twisting of time.
© Bernard Pearson
There is no water in my well.
In here it’s just as dark as hell,
The sides they are too steep,
And I am down way so deep,
I was clinging to the edge.
And then – just kind of fell.
© Bernard Pearson
There is no water in my well.
In here it’s just as dark as hell,
The sides they are too steep,
And I am down way so deep,
I was clinging to the edge.
And then – just kind of fell.
© Bernard Pearson
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