Strange, at last, years later,
the numb shock's gone away
the cruel pain I can live with
you just couldn't stay.
Hideously; suddenly, no warning,
I just wasn't to know
I like to think you were called,
and somehow prepared to go.
This must be your sweet work
this peace now shone through
'cos everything good in my life,
it all started with you.
It seems suddenly again, my life is worthwhile,
for no new reason, it's hard to explain
the memory of you is protecting me now
as if we're sharing some happiness again.
Tony Bradley
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- Yuletide Blues - Diane Scantlebury
- You Call This A Golden Handshake! - Lester Queripel
- Obituary - Lyndon Queripel
- Gull - Tony Bradley
- Sonnet For Newtown - Andrew Barham
- December 26th - Trudie Shannon
- Do You Believe? - Ian Duquemin
- I Believe in Santa - Donald Keyman
- Song Of The Christmas Turkey - Richard Fleming
- Festive Birds - Tony Gardner
- December 21 - Stephen A. Roberts
- Altogether, not a bad trip - Tony Bradley
- Ship In The Sky - Lyndon Queripel
- Port Soif revisited, on a calm day - Bryony de Lat
- Grizzlies In Town - Andrew Barham
- The Human Sickness - Ian Duquemin
- Men In Ice - Richard Fleming
- Pink Sky - Kathy Figueroa
- Syrian Carol - Diane Scantlebury
- Closure - Tony Bradley
- A Time Of The Signs - Lyndon Queripel
- Late Night Shopping - Donald Keyman
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- Another World - Diane Scantlebury
- The Butterfly - Liz Woodington
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