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Then the LORD said to Moses, ?What is that in your hand?? ?A staff he replied?. The Lord commanded, ? Throw it to the ground. It became the serpent.?

Crossing one of Londons many grime grey bridges, Watching spirits escape on a freezing winters night. My mind wanderng to Moodisons many dreary...

poltergeists play cards

The violinist plays a love song

your hair, your face, your lips, your hands this mirror made these distant lands your whispered words are like a lyre plucked at night by beauty's fire the path you tread is like a lake a pebble falls and leaves a wake the stars at night pavane the sky the planets spin in their reply two hearts, two souls a path not started this past and present life departed all time and space will slip away as all your splendour will display that you and I may be as whole and watch as we invert the bowl `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

He was unforgettable. He was flaming scorching hot.

Light-hearted poem.

Great cakes,small town

A fictionalised version of Brighton life in a house of multiple occupation. Written saccharine sweet cynical for entry in a Council run competition.