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David SmithWhite

(270552 / Australia)

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  • Dallas Frazer (3/25/2014 12:41:00 PM)

    Hi David, Just wondering if you have any objections if I use your poem 'Simpson and His Donkey' as part of an ANZAC service. It is intended for some children to read as part of a service in Canada and I will of course offer you credit as the author. Please let me know if this is OK? frazer.dallas@gmail.com

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  • Pens Pen (3/6/2012 12:52:00 PM)

    DAVID...want to use one of your poems in a song to publish..need your response...Bob at...java2468@gmail.com

  • Guest Guesterson (11/25/2011 12:53:00 AM)

    Is the music to the song 'The Girl On The Flying Trapeze'?

  • Glen Shorts (4/30/2006 3:37:00 PM)

    Jennifer Ouellette 'Black Bodies and Quantum Cats' should have read this first.

    Good Show..

    Alan Bender

Song: High Fidelity

When there's no-one left to care. I'll be there.
Or they say you've got no prayer. I'll be there.

When a moment freely shared, is as precious and as rare,
as the diamonds in your eyes, and the highlights in your hair.
And time itself's impaired, with seconds running scared,
with minutes gone into hiding like hibernating bears.
And none of us are spared, to lull the crawling dread;
with emotions not easily aired, but locked inside the head.

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