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I was born one dark and cold morning in February 1953 6 am , it's was the 26th. A Thursday child was I. Reluctantly I was dragged out , I have the mark of the battle under my left eye. Well I was warm , comfy wear I had been for nine months I'd have been happy to stay where I was. My love of words, was installed in me by my father. But with my having dyslexia, tho not asestment , it was years before I was. So fore years I had a problem , but I did not know for defenet that I had dyslexia , it was self diagnosed. Well I have
covered in my poem '' I Am The Dyslexic Poet''. I paid for my own assessment , as no part of the establishment would. Now it's too late to realise the dreams , the hopes of an academic life. Such dreams and hopes died a life time a go,
After what was an age , I finally learnt how to read . I found I had some talent with words , well I fell in love with words . An on going love affair with words. I can but hope that my word's will be of some interest to those who read my work.
Ken D Williams
I was born one dark and cold morning in February 1953 6 am , it's was the 26th. A Thursday child was I. Reluctantly I was dragged out , I have the mark of the battle under my left eye. Well I was warm , comfy wear I had been for nine months I'd have been happy to stay where I was. My love of words, was installed in me by my father. But with my having dyslexia, tho not asestment , it was years before I was. So fore years I had a problem , but I did not know for defenet that I had dyslexia , it was self diagnosed. Well I have
covered in my poem '' I Am The Dyslexic Poet''. I paid for my own assessment , as no part of the establishment would. Now it's too late to realise the dreams , the hopes of an academic life. Such dreams and hopes died a life time a go,
After what was an age , I finally learnt how to read . I found I had some talent with words , well I fell in love with words . An on going love affair with words. I can but hope that my word's will be of some interest to those who read my work.
Ken D Williams
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COME AND GO SOME REMAIN (3) - 2026-08-05
THOSE WHO SAY (2) - 2026-08-02
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AMAZING PEEPOL - 2026-07-31
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THE WAITING ALMOST OVER! (1) - 2026-07-22
MY TEXTS, Archive 4457 Texts
DO NOT MORN (2) - 2014-07-31
THE OIL RUNNING OUT (3) - 2014-07-30
THE POET ANONYMOUS (2) - 2014-07-28
THOSE WHO LISTEN (3) - 2014-07-27
THEY SEND THE YOUNG OFF TO WAR (3) - 2014-07-25
BEHIND THE FACE (2) - 2014-07-21
THE CLIMB (4) - 2014-07-17
ON WRITING (2) - 2014-07-15
HAS THE TIME BEEN SPENT WELL? (1) - 2014-07-12
GONE COMEING BACK? (2) - 2014-07-12
CARE TO MUCH? (3) - 2014-07-12
THEY SAID THE WRITER WAS GREAT (4) - 2014-07-08
A POET WRITES (3) - 2014-07-06
UP UP AND A WAY! (2) - 2014-07-05
WALKING ALONG THE BEACH (3) - 2014-07-03
OFFICER WITH HIS HEAD SCREWED ON RIGHT! (WW1) (1) - 2014-07-01
SENTRY DUTY (world war one) - 2014-06-27
WHAT IS (2) - 2014-06-26
GOT TO BE CAREFUL (3) - 2014-06-23
TIME TO DIG IN! (1) - 2014-06-22
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