Newell Poems - Poems about Newell

...Forever Time is a word, without relevance or worth. Conceived by mankind, a distance from birth. If birth is the beginning, and death the end. A concept of life, where souls never blend ......

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...NOW In the Realm of heaven, where time is not. Only pure channeled love, is every thought. Where energy of souls, blend and is God. Perfection the purest, no needs, no wants. But as is creat......

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...From Melbourne to Sydney is a bloody long drive, and my ambition’s to get there alive, that means I must stop and then drift off to sleep, or I could end up in a bloody great heap. The Newell i......

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...Andrew Newell Wyeth the artist An American realist painter Choice subjects were local land And people around him His art reflects plight A father's hold Keeping him Very Close ...

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...As tears flow down our faces in sad streams Our minds drift away to bittersweet dreams With heads held high, we push out bad thoughts We all just make sure that we love her lots Life without her ......

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