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TO BLACK BUTTERFLY POETRY
ABOUT ME
POETRY
PROSE
INTERESTS
GALLERY
BOOK STORE
FRIEND'S WORK
LINKS
Child of the wire
Seriously Autumn
Boring
Kristallnacht
The good child
Grave thoughts
Arbeit Macht Frei
For my father
Norman and the holes
Spinney Hill Park
Jonah
Henry Bloe
No1 Britannia Street
Lincoln July 1968
Software for saints
Stats
At the dance
American Gothic
Rehearsal
Because
Virginia Sleeps
Running on empty
Quilting
Tap, Tap, Tap
Boxes
She can see him
The Goblin's holiday
Roses from the south
When I was small
Mr Brown
Today
On a less travelled road
Wicked Grandpa
Ours
Leaving Agrigento
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