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I am glad you liked my poems, my brother and father say "oh yeah that's good", like they understood the meaning of every word, well I don't think even I know what I am writing -the words just seem to pop into my head -I encounter a weird state of mind and bang -pen to paper and 2 minutes and I`ve written all these weird words. Anyway I found your site through Excite ( UK search). I am currently in-between jobs and my last job was a photo mini-lab manager. I am interested in cars,computing and cinema, or the 3 C`s. For example at the moment I am trying to clock my Celeron past 450mhz in search of the holy grail of Kryo speed. Yours truly Wayne Chell Shadows of  Love The night may crawl, as twisted metal decays. Forever anguishing the principles of time. From creator to maker, to the preachers stool maker. A spark of evidence connects as unbounded truth resurrects. Precious love can be enjoyed as a moment of time.     Love Path Pacing through the night, wandering in limelight's given light. In search of clear innocence, spiralling around navels might. A kingdom once he saw above his head, now seems little in delight. Paths now rise either side of might, clinging to a shimmer of light. For to walk the path of loves jewelled light one must sacrifice content in  site.

Email: jf2@bgc.ac.uk