Cherrypicked stories

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Message to McQueen

Dear Alexander I never thought to write, Never knew much about you Until you slipped into your wardrobe and out of your life. What did you hope to find in there? But for a wintry death.
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Does there have to a reason?

Do you also wish to become Yorg? You don't know yet do you? Neither did Chris. Good old Chris.
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Her Prayer Mat

Green, the colour of Mohammed. Green, the sacred colour of paradise. Its tassled edges fringe the niche - the mihrab - that points the way. The arch-shape,
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Charlton Heston's Gun

Charlton Heston’s Gun Any small town in America Where narrow minds can meet Will witness the tired spectacle Of folks voting with their feet The flag sellers making money
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I Have A Friend

I have a friend who I have known Since our pebble-picking days Since a bird's cry, a rain-shower Could wash all our fears away Since we learned to tie our laces In a big, unwieldy bow
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bed as a tomb

everyday life and death
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Are You Ready To Rock ‘N’ Roll?

All Right kids! Are you ready to rock ‘n’ roll? In which case please: • fill out the appropriate release forms • make sure you are wearing a high visibility boogie-woogie jacket
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Those Who Live By The Sword

A preacher and a half man play a game of all-in, El Paso style.
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The Silence of the Summit (I.P.)

Avalanche risk was high; only, I’ve always courted danger...
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Mohamed Talks

This is the Sequel to 'The Remains', or at least the guy's perspective. It's a work in progress so please bear with me and give as much feedback as possible. Thanks!
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One Morning

The final part to Lunch Break and Morning. One man's way of handling the approach of slightly older age.
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NO MEDALS FOR NODAR (I.P.)

I have used the IP to write a poem in memory of Nodar Kumaritashvili. I sincerely hope it is suitable and respectful.
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Week 3

Monday February 16th
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How Colours Change

I stepped out of the vault That was the metro station A cold blast of air hit me As a rush-hour train raced by I saw ruddy faces squeezed against The window panes
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Medals

Inspiration point of the week... doubtless not what Tony had in mind.
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Vicious Circle

What goes round cuts you.
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My Secret Weapon

Without a doubt, when you return for more I'll have the shirt off your back and your belt on the floor Meanwhile I could showcase to the other boys that hot pink body-con bliss
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Farshad Returns To The Cinema : Part 1

The Taliban have gone – left Kabul. Some enterprising local, remembering the old times reopens an old cinema and starts running Hollywood and occasionally erotic films.
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The language of Ruth

Herr Doktor wore a homburg hat at home; of that I had no doubt.

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