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Cherry

Fail You

Poem for my daughter aged twelve

Conversations with Tony

My mate Tony, professor of linguistics and guinness monster
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Burst Heart

To A good Friend

Barcelona

midnight gaucho in the city of gaudi

Soul Music

Unlocking the sould

Pips

Chewing Grapes
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G: The Go-Between

In the big city everybody is looking for something. It's just a matter of finding out what.
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Irony of the Iron

An Iron is not simply a hard metal object

Canute

I always thought Canute's trying to control the sea was a neat metaphor for mid-life crisis.

Dating Blind

That special meeting when you've not yet got there

The Meeting

What are we, after all..&;#063;

Bloomin' Computers

PC's - Great when they work - Trash when they don't!

Last Man Out - Extract 1

A redundant worker seeks revenge
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Lying So Close

a close love thing

Masked men and fire-eaters

Venice in Carnival

Be Friend

Something before As is it is something we defined. A child who knows her value The parent that knows why. Look back upon and hold To be something we...

Retirement

RETIREMENT The job I remember well, Do this, do that? Really it was a living high Tec hell. If you could make the tea great, That was my worst pet...
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Memento Mori

Ever seen flowers by the side of the road&;#063; Ever seen them before the accident&;#063;
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The prophet on a cigarette break

'This fear is bigger than all of that, it will make you burn inside,' he said. 'Its not a way to live, you cant go on.' 'Tell me something I dont know,' I spoke quietly because it was true. 'Its just something you have to do; it is your inevitable detination.' He spoke like a wizard. 'Doesn't it haunt you, everything you do, don't you feel all twisted up?' 'Yes, I do.' 'It does haunt you, I know. I have seen this happen before and the fear will turn into hatred as you fail to understand it's density.' He was calm like a profit but all I could say was 'I have felt all of this before. It can't be dissolved, just like that.' He sighed. 'Some great things were meant for some great people, but fate is resigned for those who cannot escape it, for reasons I can never explain.' I didn't understand what he meant. Then his break was over and he tied up his apron and walked tiredly back behind the till.

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