What is it you see that I fail to see?
An island once captured yet never since free!
The warmth of its people who stab in the back...
Who notice the sea yet they don't smell the wrack
I'm not just a misery or a negative creep
But you need to wake up from your coma-like sleep
You live in the same little prison as me!
Where the sharks rule an Island surrounded by sea
Ian Duquemin
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- Blind To Beauty - Ian Duquemin
- Sunflower - Lyndon Queripel
- Gone - Tony Bradley
- Chillin’ and Grillin’ in Oistins - Diane Scantlebury
- Hedgehog - Richard Fleming
- Dinosaurs of Rock, We Salute You - Stephen A. Roberts
- Words - Martyn Legg
- A Taxi Ride into Varna to the Mall - Elizabeth Fisher
- I Cried For You - Julian Clarke
- Our World - James Willis
- Peacock Butterfly - Trudie Shannon
- It Goes Without Saying - Lyndon Queripel
- The Peaceful Man - Ian Duquemin
- If Only (A Single Story Structure) - Tony Bradley
- The Water Lanes - Tony Gardner
- Lazy Sunday - Tony Robert
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