On Auction
Tears and bits of my soul
Being chosen to be pecked to death
Very few are so blessed
The blessing morphs into a curse
When the soul doesn't die
The trying to survive the pecking
A calling I guess...
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My first memory of a radio is of the one which my dad assembled for us siblings way back in the 70’s. My love for the radio started with t...
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I joined FB after i quit teaching in a private college i was working for, my students were always talking of posting messages i had for the...
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this is a snap of himboos partially hidden by a bush .....and baby himboos running around the lawn Being city bred and used to buying m...
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