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The Pirates of Brickyard Pond
A Prose Poem By Paul Baldry It was never a tin bath. Not to us. Once we dragged it to… READ MORE
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The Old Donkey
A Prose Poem By Paul Baldry Every winter, Donkey came to stay. Where he spent his summers in Skegness was… READ MORE
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The Boy with the Comic
By Paul Baldry The comic was never just a comic. Its pages smelled of fresh ink and cheap paper, but… READ MORE
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The Boy with the Stick
By Paul Baldry The stick was never just a stick. It was polished by imagination long before his hands found… READ MORE
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Duty Cook – Cabbage Commando on Parade
I can’t take all the credit for this one. I got the idea from a blog I found on the… READ MORE
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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.
