I live in a world of wonder
Where music would always play
Herald in the dawn,
Of a brand new day
The mediaus and leglines
The natural energy of earth
The synergy of chemistry
Relating to our worth
Where wealth cannot be measured
By a weight of gold
Never to suffer pain
Or ever to grow old
To walk the land with head held high
With dignity purpose and pride
To be valued for who you are
And for what you are inside.
Lester Queripel and Fred Williamson
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- Dance in the Blood - Diane Scantlebury
- Islands Of Cloud - Fred Williamson
- Inside - Lester Queripel and Fred Williamson
- A Cordon Of Love - Aindre Reece-Sheerin
- Oasis at the heart of Amazon - Judith Anne Finetti
- Jargon - Janet
- A Night at the Bar - Joan Raleigh
- The King Is Dead; Long Live the King! - Chris Hudson
- Coxswain of the Cockpit - Vic Gamble
- Bleak Thoughts For A Bleak Generation - Stephen A....
- Media Propaganda - Ian Duquemin
- If I Had A Son - Alex Jones
- Buy Local - Lester Queripel
- Free App - Diane Scantlebury
- Red Sun Falling - Fred Williamson
- It's Time To Look At Ourselves - Lester Queripel a...
- The Joys Of Having A Mobile Phone - Elizabeth Fisher
- GAZA Palestine ~ July 24th 2014 - Aindre Reece-She...
- Birds - Judith Anne Finetti
- Drifting - Joan Raleigh
- As I Look Back - Janet
- The Proseman’s Guide to Writing Poetry - Chris Hudson
- Requiem For Dead Alcoholic - Vic Gamble
- Halfway to Four - Stephen A. Roberts
- After Reading About Diogenes Of Sinope - Adam Clayton
- Leeds 81 - Ian Duquemin
- Letter Home - Richard Fleming
- Recycling The Mind - Lester Queripel
- My Garden - Diane Scantlebury
- Loving Days - Fred Williamson
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