June 26, 2015 · 11:28
I am made of porcelain, porcelain, porcelain. I am made of porcelain and I come, come, come from China. then I came overseas, overseas, overseas, then I came overseas a long, long way from china
The above rhyme was written by me in 1997 for some school-children I was attending during work-experience as a teaching assistant in Colindale, North London.
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Tagged as 1997, children, China, Colindale, doll, London, North London, overseas, poem, poetry, Porcelain, prose, rhyme, School, song, teaching assistant
June 26, 2015 · 09:58
The first time that I saw you
You took my heart away
You restored my faith in humanity when I was learning to hate
It’s been so long since I felt this way
I thought it could never be
But the first time I saw your face you was the one for me!
You broke away my shadows of all the years I’ve suffered alone
You took my hand and guided me, to a place I never roamed.
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Tagged as alone, faith, first, guidance, hate, Humanity, I thought, lost, love, poem, poetry, prose, restoration, rhyme, roaming, shadows, song, suffering
