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Mother Saraswati
Mother Saraswati P K Routray I propitiate lying prostrate, kissing the feet-dust of the deity an epitome of calmness and purity adoring her from the...
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Larry and Mick and the Conscious Artificial Entity
“Hello. I am Jeff.” “O,” said Larry. “K,” said Mick. “And what,” said Larry. “Are you doing here?,” said Mick. “Hello. I am Jeff.” Larry indicated he...
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PCT Beginning
Begin the Beginning Introduction This last mile isn’t even trail at all, but road, near a highway, certainly not the kind of scenery that one thinks...
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Frostbite
The night was like perestroika had started.
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driverless
the more people run away the less there is to escape to the more beauty we buy the less room we have for truth we fuel our vehicles with tomorrows...
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Tickets And Tockets
Tickets and Tockets By Paul McCann Tip me the hat on the top of your head. With the wink of an eye as you pass me by. Tickets and tockets , Rollers...
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Southern Child
Southern Child By Paul McCann ‘ The rain in the highlands turns to sleet now, as the mist in the morning kissed the street . Wow , I can see the...
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Need To Survive
Beneath the Glitz And glam Is a world Where poverty And crime Walk hand In hand, Where Forced Copulation Screams out In the Night... But nobody Comes...
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Drivers
My world is full of drivers Alone inside their spaceships I watch them going by See the furrows of their faces Eyes anchored to the road But the mind...
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Withered or Well-Watered
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Rejecting prayer, rejecting God, self-confidence is high, or confidence in others, who can little help...
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- 545 reads
The Wind in Our Hair
It’s windy up here. It’s exhilarating and galeforce and make-you-feel-alive. There’s a half hour hike through paddocks, and a short stretch of forest...
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Harmony
In a future Utopia, we can do what we want. Right?
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Time To Blow
Time To Blow If I wind a clock Does it blow? With it’s dying breath Does it whisper Time to go? An infant breath Long ago Passing wind A zephyr code...
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- 515 reads
Banking On Hopes And Dreams
Banking On Hopes And Dreams By Paul McCann Time after time they let you down , They just can’t get in right in the town When you’re coming apart at...
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Mother Of Hunger
Mother Of Hunger By Paul McCann Mother of hunger, strengthen the weakness of all those who require replenishment . Mother of hunger , dispel the pain...
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Angel 22 (time)
‘We can dae this the hard way, or we can dae this the easy way,’ said the stout officer doing the fingerprinting and he rifted. His breath smelled of...
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Master of the Macabre (Part 2)
Ash stopped in the Prince of Wales, one of his favourite places. It was unusually quiet for a Thursday night; maybe late-night shopping had brought...
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Master of the Macabre ( Part 1)
Shand sat in his gloomy flat, gazing at the raindrops going south across the window. Saturday night and here he was still smarting from the critical...
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