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Poetry

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July 13, 2017 at 8:03 pm

Trees

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growing-roots-in-nature

 

I think that I shall never see   
A poem lovely as a tree.   
   
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest   
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;   
   
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;   
   
A tree that may in summer wear   
A nest of robins in her hair;   
   
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;   
Who intimately lives with rain. 
   
Poems are made by fools like me,   
But only God can make a tree.

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December 10, 2016 at 8:02 am

Songs to cherish: Society

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Rediscovering Eddy Vedder.

 

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June 16, 2016 at 8:19 pm

Gent

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Gent is een stad onder de indruk van zijn eigen hipheid.

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February 7, 2015 at 12:46 pm

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Vraagstuk

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Als je stopt met schrijven, ben je dan ook geen schrijver meer?

En is een schrijver die veel schrijft meer schrijver dan hij die maar een verhaal schrijft?

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July 20, 2014 at 2:38 pm

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Karoo_GF

As we drove along the long, lonely plains of Africa, they nattered of places, people and parties they missed back in Europe, dragging their home town of Ghent behind us like a clattering string of tin cans.

– South Africa, March 2014

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April 13, 2014 at 5:13 pm

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Goodbye Madiba

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Madiba 05.12.13

 

The world will never be the same without you. Words cannot describe the hollowness in the hearts of every South African. For today there is no Rainbow in our nation. May peace walk with you for all eternity and may you live forever in the hearts of many.

05.12.13

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December 6, 2013 at 7:45 am

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