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They come in many ways
Seldom do they seem small
Usually in huge doses of blues
That solving them seems such an ordeal

Wishing my troubles away
Is like wishing for a fairy godmother
Whenever one has been sorted
There’s always another waiting to crop up

So what would you do
When faced with your troubles
Keep them in your closet
Or throw them out your window

Me, I would hang them out to dry
Then try to iron out the creases
And neatly place them in order
So that sorting them won’t be a problem — I think!

By C. E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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