By Ray Smallshaw
"Honest mum I saw him putting the presents...

He lifted his rifle then took aim and in those...
The thought hovered in his mind for those...

The tempo of a broken heart,
Is like an unaccented muffled drum beat...

My Love for you is not something to hide,
As when my work takes me away, I would rather be...

Times perpetual clock draws us near,
Yet if it stopped my Love would cross its void...

Times perpetual clock draws us near,
Yet if it stopped, my Love would cross its void...

When someone I have known and loved dies I always...
After a prayer I think who will help them box up...

You're still a boy, who gets to dirty and plays to...
Yet as your father you make me proud...

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When we lay together and your body mirrors mine...

There is no offense meant by this poem but for the...

For my Nephew Jamie and his Bride Jessica
On their first married morning when they are...

I wake and see her lying by my side,
It is then the wave of Love rollercoasters across...