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Richard Cano
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All Too Brief
A breath of the freshest air, A flap of a golden wing, A glimpse of something rare, First birdsong in the Spring. All beautiful in their perfection,  but all too brief in time. So fleeting in their creation, Why must we say goodbye? Candles of radiant light...
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There is Something
There's something on the outside that shows we're happy,  bright eyes and cheesy grin. And when teeth are chattering with eyes wide open,  it shows how frightening things may seem. There's something on the outside that says, you're amazing! gaping mouth and...
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Raise a Hand
                I could not feed every hungry mouth, Just those that pass under my hand. I could not show love to the human race, Just those that pass under my hand. I could not wipe away every tear, Just those that pass under my hand. I could not help ever...
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Raise a Hand

I could not feed every hungry mouth,
Just those that pass under my hand.

I could not show love to the human race,
Just those that pass under my hand.

I could not wipe away every tear,
Just those that pass under my hand.

I could not help every needy charity,
Just those that pass under my hand.

I could not protect every delicate life,
Just those that pass under my hand.

Not everyone will be fondly remembered,
Just those who cared to raise their hand.
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Going Under part 8 : Dan's Revenge
My descent, of about 10 meters, almost ended in my being impaled, arse first, on a rusted metal panel that jutted out of the sea bed. It was a small part of a old sand dredging ship which was half submersed in sand, just outside Portland Harbour. This was o...
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Going Under Part 7: The Tattooed Girl
The powerful motor boat tore over the Weymouth waves, sending up icy spray into our faces to prick at our skin. If we had not been awake before this, at this unGodly hour we were now. All the trainee divers held onto short bungie ropes, attached to a centre...
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