There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit

holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit

about on the swings and slides with boundless joy,

inciting memories of when they were girl and boy.

The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss,

their lives laid out before them on paths that time would kiss.

They’ve been sitting on that bench for ...

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If you've ever seen an ant

go whizzing by

faster than his friends and

with goggles on his eye's,

then without a doubt,

skidding through the plants,

you've met my friend Albert,

The skate-boarding ant.

From the day he was born

he was rushing around

hither and thither,

like a spring unwound.

His mum would despair,

“Albert, please stand still.

You need y...

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We take so much for granted

from this world on which we play,

the breath inside our lungs

drawn in from a cold and windy day.

Draining the life from a world already

so drawn and stretched to it's limits,

desperately trying to imbibe

the scarcities still deep within it.

To live; to breathe; to follow time

as down the wind it sails

against all odds and obstacl...

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Our friend, Bob The Bun,

just loved to have fun

and exciting adventures galore,

he’d laugh all day

and jump and play

and roll around on the floor.

Its a very rare sight

to see a bun take flight

but one day he went flying so high,

he held onto a kite

by the tail, so he might

get to see the world from the sky.

Now, whilst he was high,

something low ca...

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It's just a way of life

said the man with the gun,

you win it or you lose it

and when all is said and done.

But the odds and the favour

can be tipped from over here

by a warm winning smile

from a boy with no fear.

They say that respect

is a game hard won

but they can't see the smile

down the barrel of the gun.

The feather on the trigger

tipping...

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