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Kevin Patrick cornwall / Canada, Male, 30
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  • POEM: In All Walks Of Life by Mark Heathcote (2/12/2017 6:02:00 PM)

    Reading this its reassuring to know that there are people like you that care and give a damn about their fellow man, good observations, your right it seems that the adult world really isn't that far removed from the bullies on the playfield, but with voices like yours maybe we can strike back to not be the victim but the victor. Great job!

  • POEM: In Quest Of Warmth! by Rimni chakravarty (2/11/2017 3:01:00 PM)

    You capture the desolation of the season well, the power of its brooding presence always lurks, while it is one of my favorite seasons, I see it through our eyes, its merciless sadness. Wonderful poem!

  • POEM: Girl In Waiting by Susan Williams (2/11/2017 2:57:00 PM)

    Someone once said Teenage dreams are hard to beat, and this is surly a commemorate triumph of the paladin teenage romance and the tragedy of youthful innocence, the girl is symbolic of every teenager both male and female caught in the whirlwind of childhood and adulthood, where innocence is corrupted and transformed to the knowledge that dreams alone cannot shape the world. The golden tree is just as important to the girl as is the boy she waits for, its the refuge of solace from the crippling world, it nurtures and secures against the enmities of a hostiles of everything she knows, but even then autumn comes and those glories golden leafs that bare the laurels of triumphant youth will disappear in the wind, leaving it bare for another year, for another girl with her own story of lost woes. In the end her heartbreak is the chrysalis of a women.

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