St. Xavier's UP School Ground (Peruvayal)

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  WILFRED JOHN (guest)

  This Is Life I was carefully selecting where to put my feet, slipped and landed in the manure on my seat. Well, this is life, I thought, sometimes you just slip and fall Then you get up, clean yourself, onward to your next call. So I got up and went home, and washed the manure and the grass now I have a story to tell, about falling. © Copy Right 1983 WILFRED JOHN

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  WILFRED JOHN (guest)

  THIS DESOLATENESS SO FAMILIAR TO ME I cry out in suffering, alone, unheard This desolateness so familiar to me I weep until it racks my body Registering fitful thoughts in Puzzled amazement that emotional Need can tear at you so Disillusioned now, I wish it were not so. I am spent of tears, aching painfully From stifling heartfelt sobs Reaching out with unsteady, shaking hands I retrieve my mask from the floor Holding my side like a broken doll I lift it to my tear streaked face It glides as smoothly on as a second skin johnrwilfred2003@yahoo.co.uk

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