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Feb 6 2008, 11:56 AM EST
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Feb 6 2008, 11:53 AM EST
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Feb 2 2008, 12:58 PM EST
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Change: ready as 1 - 2 - 3 - sendto press that key-surge from within easy slow to speed againsounding that rap-rapid finger flip tumble sequence words as musiclike new coin's fresh glitter pocket jingles in timeof tink-tap notes produced to fly and diein the
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Dec 19 2007, 8:38 AM EST
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Change: This poem was specially commissioned by the BBC and broadcast on Look East on BBCTime 1wears oneach Fridaybuilding 6thlike Julya 2007shellThe racing engine screamswhere asbucolic wheelsdarkness glide,descendssure in their purposea asshroud theof steadyautumn
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Oct 5 2007, 9:32 AM EDT
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Change: on the 4th October 2007These words are fighting for their chance to fallon paper where they tangle, twist and meltupon the tongue. Too soon they start to palland lose their power, only to be feltby those keen ears that follow line by linethe
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Sep 25 2007, 10:24 AM EDT
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Change: This poem has been shortlisted for the David's Bookshop annual Poetry Competition 2007These words are fighting for their chance to fallon paper where they tangle, twist and meltupon the tongue. Too soon they start to palland lose their power, only to be feltby those
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Sep 7 2007, 8:54 AM EDT
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Change: & as it glides so domy thoughts as Iwonder how it will be reador if the words cohereto stay or losethemselves in the morassthat is the mind's jumble -robbed of meaning and powerto sink unheardin an unchartedseawere they
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Aug 9 2007, 9:21 AM EDT
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Change: that the wolf could not blow it down.A happy colour then, secure if draggedfrom damp-cold earth, its tintnot seen till freed and firedto dried blood - an iron stainof Conte crayon terracotta,echoing the rusty nailspears of flowering docks,red-brown wind-swayed defiance.Such
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Jul 21 2007, 1:29 PM EDT
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Change: BBC 1 on Friday 6th July 2007The racing engine screams as wheels glide,sure in their purpose as the steady handsthat steer their course to fame.A son of Stevenage who now stands tall,following his star - his destiny;one man has travelled far where others dreamed.
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Jul 12 2007, 9:05 AM EDT
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Change: This poem was specially commissioned by the BBC and broadcast on Look East on Friday 6th July 2007The racing engine screams as wheels glide,sure in their purpose as the steady handsthat steer their course to fame.A son of Stevenage who now stands tall,following his
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Jul 2 2007, 10:33 AM EDT
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Change: in caps and moleskins; men of hot ironand firebrick, positioned according to rank.The bosses in suits stand firmly on top,swaggering supremacy stating its claimto say: this is our creation,yet no more proud than those belowwhose hands shaped steel and drove red hotrivets
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Jun 6 2007, 11:32 AM EDT
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Change: These words are fighting for their chance to fallon paper where they tangle, twist and meltupon the tongue. Too soon they start to palland lose their power, only to be feltby those keen ears that follow line by linethe scansion of the
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Jun 6 2007, 11:13 AM EDT
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Change: Created by Jun 6 2007, 11:13 AM EDT for: no reason given
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