No journey would be too long,
No effort would be too great,
No call would go unheard,
No sadness would remain uncomforted,
...
One day I sat on Santa's knee,
And he asked me what I'd like
If perhaps I wanted football boots,
Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
...
She rode it through the city street,
In a mask to fight the smog,
Slower than a motor car,
But faster than policeman plod.
...
Would that I could walk with you,
Along some distant seashore,
Leaving only footprints
To mark our passing
...
A curious and thirsty wasp,
So sadly to relate,
Happened by my woodland hut
And made a big mistake,
...
Pain can be felt in so many ways,
Through shattered bones and troubled days,
But the pain of lost love,
As if not enough
...
Her birth was long awaited,
This little girl called Shelley,
Who kicked and rolled and squirmed about,
Before departing mummy's belly,
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Those lights aren't just there for comfort,
Or the sign there is safety ahead,
A beacon for the end of a journey,
Putting all kinds of duties to rest
...
'This tyre is round, Just like the earth,
'We'll put it on a bike.
'And when we get a bit older, perhaps,
'We'll go look at the world, if you like. ”
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The quicksand of love is the deepest I know,
Since the Apple and Adam it sucks us in slow
And once in its grip we may struggle and shout
But emotions entrap and we’ll never climb out.
...