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    ABC of Cancer ARMOUR – The ‘Cancerian shell’ refers to the stoic suit of armour which all Cancerians wear. This armour can take many forms. It may be a veneer of reserve, humour, aloofness, or even hostility; but it always exists. Cancer is a sign which does not willingly show its true colours, except to those nearest and dearest, or closest. This sign is a bit like the proverbial iceberg: nine-tenths of the true personality is submerged, at least until he/she trusts you to know him/herself intimately.

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    ABC of LIBRA AMIABLE – Certainly the friendliest of signs – the most sociable, amenable, and gregarious. Libra loves people. And people cannot help loving Librans in return, simply because they are so loveable.

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    Aries is the forward type. He doesn't lose his head, except when rushing headlong in where angels fear to tread.

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    Bobby's back yard hadn't changed since she was knee-high. It was still littered with bicycle bits and pieces of engine that he was always tinkering with. It looked like the same relentless weeds bravely struggled through the cracked flagstones; the same array of socks and T-shirts flapped on the washing line, though somewhat bigger, and even the same wasps droned around the dustbin. That's how it seemed – a place immune to time.

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    In my house, to this very day, in the bottom of a deep drawer, wrapped in a plastic bag to guard against time and dust - lies a white, fluffy, toy bear. It has blue glass eyes. Sometimes I take this out of its wrapper, just to hold it, and remember… And that is all that remains in this world - of the sweetest thing.

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    Leo is the King of signs He’ll always run the show But don’t you steal his thunder Simply bask within his glow

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    She paid rapt attention to the carpet design He did the same to his pint of beer. She wished she were ten thousand miles away He just wished she were here. He smoked a rolled-up cigarette She smoked a brand that was strong, As she dreamily savoured her newly-won life, While he wondered how things had gotten so wrong. She whispered the words of an old favourite song He joined – mistaking her meaning. She shed a few reminiscent tears He carried on – wildly dreaming. He reached for her hand. She snatched it away, Brushing invisible specks from her lap Then she endeavoured to say… “I don’t understand why you keep up this farce Why can’t you see there’s no way? I cannot revive what has long since died There’s nothing more I can say.” He cried like a baby; He pleaded and begged her to stay. She hated herself like a louse But still she got up – and walked away.

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    The time has come for tears to start again, Those faithful tears that always ease the pain. Release the raging rivers of my soul! Let me drown and then rise up again. Let me drown until the river dries, until the numbing coldness settles in. See the world once more with empty eyes, no spark of warmth can penetrate the skin. Crash the thunder! Howl the wind! Freeze my heart and beat the driving rain! Let me know these dreams are empty lies. Let me die and come to life again. In the silent darkness of my mind, let me wonder who you really are. Let me feel that you were just a dream. That fades on waking like the morning star