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Day Six

Just when you thought it had finished! It's back...

Memories are made of this

I think one of our undertaker's used to do his carpentry in his back garden

Dark Horses

Dark horse walks into the room where there's no room to swing a cat Needs must when the devil drives, I put down that glass and placed a bet a skeptical dicer with eyes half closed
Cherry

you drew on your cigarettes

You'd stand drawing on a cigarette with such languor and contempt. A scream of dissent, to the requirements of loss, you know, that debt that we must all at times settle.

Here

It’s here: our pulses slowly start to quicken; While dancing with bright heat fuelled eyes, They Linger long- then slowly start to glisten, As our warming hands- reach out for soft

The lady in blue

For the yesterday lady in

POEM: Certainty.

When love settles in the heart, and warms it.

Death of Connor Sanderson: Chap 1:Part 6.

London,1910: Abraham Stoker's 'Dracula' had made barely a ripple in the pool of human consciousness. Connor Sanderson is a vampire. He just does not know it yet...this morning he woke up dead.
Cherry

iMemories are made of this

I served on H.M.S. Vimmy, a destroyer that had actually been used in the First World War and I joined in 1942.