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Bus Pass on a Treasure Island
Once upon a sunny Monday, halfway through the dark forest of Knowspend, Bus Pass threw a wobbly in a manner that Cinderella never would. “Are we...
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Paradox
How nice it is to never think of you even while I think of you.
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Torn
Never have I been so torn Since a baby I was born Dual heritage/Mixed race Choices I have had to face I believed I was fair and loyal to each equally...
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miranda
a beautiful miracle a miraculous beauty northern muse she walks on the solid ground she walks on the solid earth and she knows what her wisdom is...
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My Grandma, Mai Mai Gee (IP)
When I arrived in Myanmar, the familiarity was immediate and overwhelming. I saw my grandmother in the old women who passed me by, their longyis,...
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Just Me And You
Just Me And You By Paul McCann It was 1847 and the people worked the crops no more and the wind blew icy cold through the fields with a cry that...
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Making or Breaking
How wonderful to be a home-maker: … but …
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Ephemeral Eden
A tree grows tall, its leaves adorned, With berries and fruits and treats of splendour, Not too strong nor sour nor sweet, But coexisting with each...
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Toffee-Crisp-Trickster Ways
No Spend, the plus side; virtually no food wasted, healthier meals, smaller portions, less sugar, variety from trying new recipes, ringing in the...
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The Sweetest Sound
The Sweetest Sound By Paul McCann Neil was saying his lady goodbye to the house where he grew up in . The old place had just been sold and he was...
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Death Trap by Alfred N.Muggins (rogue armchair historian and reporter!)
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11/3/24 The Israelis formed a so called broader coalition with supposed moderates inside it, and drafted more men and women back into their army, and...
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Yard Sale Chapter 4
Why would they send out a detective when they usually just sent out an officer?
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Homeward Bound
A potted history of Odysseus's tribulations.
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The Age Of The Emobot
The Age Of The Emobot By Paul McCann The frantic pace of life on earth was driven by progress with all of its new devices and infrastructure . The...
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Bright Side - At Least it's Not a Haiku
Insta want permission to use data for AI development. Use our images to collate what interests people from topics posted to number of likes, I assume...
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In your eye, the whole world turns
and who else?
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Every Now And Then
Every Now And Then By Paul McCann There are times in life when karma comes to bring grief on those who have done wrong to other people and then there...
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This poem is called GLOSS
I returned home , the place of my birth The soldiers left, but blood was soaked into the earth Every corner was a face of despair Once proud people,...
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Linkedin Island
I hadn’t planned to go there at all but something drew me in. ‘You have to go to Lincoln if you want to get a job, Mum,’ my twelve year old son had...
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Terra Incognita
This came from comments made from one of my Australian family; and yes, while still (in some ways) an Aussie I still prefer Old Blighty as home.
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