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 LOOCHS SYAD Life 7/5/2004
  'DON'T TOUCH HENRY' Humorous Poems 6/30/2004
 SUFFOCATION Life 6/29/2004
 QUACK QUACK Humorous Poems 6/28/2004
 INSPIRATION Nature 6/21/2004
 UNDERSTANDING NOTHING Misc 6/10/2004
 FOOLS GAME Love Gone Bad 6/1/2004
 SUMMERS NIGHT Love 5/26/2004
 SURVIVORS Life 5/11/2004
 EMPTINESS Life 5/7/2004
 APPLE BLOSSOM LOVE Love 5/1/2004
 THE SINGER Misc 4/2/2004
 EMBRACING Love 3/28/2004
 THE WINNER Misc 3/27/2004
 TOMORROW WHEN THE SUN SETS Life 3/25/2004
 HOW GREY THE SKY Nature 3/22/2004
 GOLDEN TOUCH Love 3/10/2004
 SHE DANCES ON AIR Misc 3/5/2004
 POETS AND CLOWNS Misc 3/2/2004
 RECOGNISE YOURSELF Life 3/1/2004
 VICTORIAN GHOSTS Misc 2/27/2004
 MY FUNNY CAT Misc 2/27/2004
 EMOTIONAL DESIRE Insight 2/26/2004
 GRANDMOTHER'S LOVE Spiritual Poems 2/26/2004
 LIFE INDEED Life 2/25/2004
 ANTHEM Nature 2/24/2004
 STILL TRYING Misc 2/20/2004
 SPRING BEAUTY Nature 2/20/2004
 UNPREDICATABLE Nature 2/18/2004
 SHATTERED Love Gone Bad 2/16/2004
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LOOCHS SYAD

As the leaves fluttered and the sun shone warm
My mind began to wander before the storm
As the clouds began to drift the sky turned grey
As in my mind I scan back to a childhood day.

I remember the old red brick and walls made of gloss
The little tiny desks in the classroom where the teacher was boss
The disinfectant smell and the wooden polished floor
I didn't want to know any of it at first it was just a big bore.

A big fat teacher rang a bell to say that it was break
And so I ran back home to Mother and made my escape
I got a damned good hiding and never strayed out of school again
And soon did learn that discipline was twenty four seven then.

They were grey days uninteresting and drab
Until I got to the age of twelve when things were fab
Girls became interesting the Beatles were all the rage
But even then I used to get told of for not acting my age.

As my mind wanders and the sky turns to blue
I think yes, they were grey but I have to smile too
Cause now I am older and have children of my own
I smile even broader cause I still bloomin moan.


















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