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Emasculation - IP Anatomy

When a woman turns us down we feel it in our bones from the skull to the feet our whole skeleton rattles battles against the urge to shake off her...
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Jenkins’ Ear

'Go tell your king that we'll do this to him,' they said, as they chopped off his ear You're not wanted here, the Americas are ours, we hold the...

Jelly

Who are poems for - Who is allowed to play in their cracks? Are they for the “students of literature” Jelly mounds to poke and prod To slurp Is there...
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Marching on ( Haiku)

March, the sun is out, no dancing daffodils yet. Spring waits in the wings!
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The Ivory Wall - (Teeth tales*)

An ivory wall the impulsive tongue to encase – portcullis to raise with care …
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More Roche Five Than Pain

Danny & Julie's Story - Part 3
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When Your Snow is Deeper Than Your Dog

Summary but certainly not summery. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the first fourteen days of February.
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An Observation

He sat at a corner table, where he could be away from the bustle. After work on Fridays, he liked to sit and nurse a drink and try to finish the...
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Get Pissed, Destroy

Danny & Julie's Story - Part 2
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Hannibal's Last Hotel (182 BC)

After the war with Rome, back home in Carthage they gave me three stars out of five for effort. 'Could have done better in battle,' they said. '...
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Admission (2)

He moved on. A Fiji Mermaid — a monkey's torso stitched to a dried fish tail, seams visible, the face a shriveled primate grimace. GENIUNE FIJI...
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Just the Beer Light

Danny & Julie's Story - Part 1
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Radio Silent

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Skeleton

Imge: CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication. Creative Commons
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Teeth Tales – a Song For My Dentist

I'll make a donation to the ABC tooth fund as an entry fee.
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The Journey Of A Song

The Journey Of A Song By Paul McCann The first time I discovered songs presenting themselves to me was as a child growing up in Belfast, Northern...

Love letter to Van Morrison

Shall I wage war on you because your church differs from mine? Oh no, I will learn from you. Hymns to the silence. Into the mystic. I love you, but...
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On Achill Island

What good’s a house without a penny whistle?
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Is there Someone Supernatural Powerful?

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Musings and wonderings, ideas swirl; is there a Being unseen, supreme, real? And is He kind, does He see, is...

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