Steven Robinson Biography

Is it a dream or reality, do we fade or stay in focus?
We think we are real but who really knows the inside of us.
You have substance; I can feel and hear you speak.
I turn my back. Are you still there? Do you really exist?
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There once was a parrot name Jack, who thought himeself quite a lad, but one day he met a Goose who decided he was too loose.

Jack tried to chat up the Goose, but the Goose had other games in mind and she stuck a carrot up jack's (well you get the picture) .
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I was eating a fairy cake the other morn, when I thought I wonder if it's true that for every baby born, a fairy god mother is sworn.

Well now I have grown up, can I still speak to the fairies or am I just away with?
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I'm looking at me, you're looking at him, she’s looking at you, I am looking at them, they are looking at us, and we are talking about the whole bunch of them.

She's looking at me, you're looking at her, he's looking at you, I am judging them, they are judging us, we are not like them, and they are not like us.
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A snow flake is so complex, yet soft enough to enhance romance.
No flake is like another, neither is a friend or a lover.
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