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Poem with a Side of Art A poem begins like a kitchen does —with a notion, a hunger, a spark.You… READ MORE
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The Haunting Journey to Travellers Rest Roaring down the roads, speed taking hold,Balancing on two wheels, man and machine bold.In… READ MORE
A night ride into the unknown The roaring of the engine, the feeling of the breezeAs the boy rides his… 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.