The Alternative Story: Provided by the Jewish men I have had occasional dates with:
Something I've been working on. Sorry it's quite long. Interested to see if anyone likes it and is it worth continuing with.
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The Farmer The farmer stands in the bare-earth field, a solitary figure under the balmy, warm sunshine of spring. The whipping winter winds have passed, April’s warming has changed things.
Christmas night Come, come, come and see, what Santa Claus has brought for me. A sack of wonder and of awe, Christmas gifts, and so much more. In candle-light, and on my knees,
On Monday afternoon, my progress was followed every step of the way as I left the leisure centre swimming pool complex.
Though your old eyes may be wrinkled, they’re as blue as periwinkles and they sparkle and they twinkle like the welkin* when its sprinkled with a trillion brilliant stars.
The minister in black stares at gashed ground, This hole opening into eternity. Dan the crofter’s days are finished, Each one numbered in his Maker’s book.
Autumn, with its golden wheatfields, Streets full of dead leaves and whorled chestnuts, Sunshine straining to pierce the mists, Is the most lichen-like of the four seasons.
Built for the influx of workers, Heeding the hammersmith call, The hard grind of the Industrial Revolution. Beneath this roof the Highlanders sang To the giving out of the line
ushering in a special calm that no one human can ignore, even the most cut-throat murderer can be humbled by the gaze of that which has been referred to time & time again as
following the “suicide” of Aaron Swartz, a delightful punch has been driven into the gut of the empire, whose eyes now twitch & whose muscles now flinch, for the tables are turning,
My first impressions on China, often cynical and sarcastic, but hopefully not too terribly offensive.
A child Wisdom and Child P K Routray Hypocrisy, insolence, wrath, cruelty and human pride, none of these demoniac traits can be ever found in a child
I woke up in time to see her step off the train. Then I noticed her car keys on the seat next to mine.
Waking in the arms of the mule-faced girl The sound of her whinnying, causing significant arousal Braying promises of lust, from a muzzle of lies