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Twinkle twinkle little star, Bloody presents can't be far, Twinkle twinkle little star, Wonder where the **** they are

She was dancing in the all, twirling circles with an imaginary figure, when he came around the corner. **NOTE: this story is not finished untill this message is no longer here.**

Light-hearted poem.

Dear Melissa, Do you still remember me? I was in your class in college. We were together in Chemistry Honours. You were the best student in the class while I managed to pass with great difficulty.

Thirty minutes a day is all great authors say it takes to write a novel just a mere thirty minutes I can do that easily. I wish I had a laptop though it would be so much more convenient. I could write everywhere. On the train¦sitting in the library, no, no sitting in a fancy restaurant on a bright Sunday morning looking all intelligent...

My Life Oy Vay 4 Some months and many a relapse later. Well if the booze don't get me then the jihadists or the trigger happy police will.

MY LIFE OY VAY 3 After we'd finished the beast with two backs scenario I went into the bathroom and washed myself with a mixture of disinfectant, bleach and for good measure a goodly squirt of lime scale remover. Well you can't be too careful can you? I got my bottle of chilled tectonic strength cider from the fridge and poured two glasses. "You okay I said. "Mmmm, never felt better he or she replied.

The murky waters become still As it moves its gills The fishes and eels flee The fishermen switch their motors with fear Which responds with no wear or tear The serpent is coming The ever blowing wind stops

My delicate child, So ill, yet again. Twelve years of life, Spent fighting, for breath. Your sun-tinted chest, With the chocolate brown mole, above Your top, right hand rib, Raises, ever higher,