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I think I miss an imagined version Of cricket, where there are no failures Nor unkind words, where there is no Permanent core of self-doubt Writhing around my heart, and… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I think I miss an imagined version Of cricket, where there are no failures Nor unkind words, where there is no Permanent core of self-doubt Writhing around my heart, and… Continue Reading
I have lost the moon. It was here yesterday, and now it’s gone. They will say ‘How can God misplace the moon?’ But I am not God. I am no… Continue Reading