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Still That Boy There once was a lad sat in Carlton town,By an old oak tree where he’d often sit… READ MORE
“The Boy Who Wrote His Way Home” Ink-stained fingers, a poet’s resolve,Crafting dreams in lines he evolves.“Life favours the courageous,”… READ MORE
I sat in that small classroom,noise bouncing off the walls—birthday talk, loud and bright,like something I wasn’t part of. They… READ MORE
A Reflection on Deeds Over Words It is better to have less thunder in the mouth,And more lightning in the… READ MORE
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.