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Retreat

200 words.
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Day 13 - What I learnt from Spin the Bottle

only the blatant approach man-to-man kissing with trepidation.
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Sophie's Urn.

A note on this story.
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Xylophone

I am the breaker of many things: the good China, zippers, ‘6’ keys, light bulbs, my flesh,
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Coaxing the Girl

I have done this thing in bathroom stalls with 2-ply toilet paper and the calm of faucets left running.
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Superman and the Wonder Twins

Suddenly, after silence tough as resin for months this post brings back the dead reinstating the NEW REPLY flag in glorious technicolour. Names tumble over each other,
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Welcome To The Magnet

This is a poem about a club I went to in Liverpool that stayed open till five in the morning. It was frigging grim.
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going down

"He'd stood still in the tea-tree. They stood naked, turning their bodies round to the sun. She stood firmly, legs apart, the wet towel in one hand dragging on the ground. She was smiling."
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Day 09 - Now we must walk together, but I will keep my mouth shut

Having a sugar-powered Japanese fangirl handcuff herself to me was the closest I ever came to stardom.
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Write about something you know.

Then again perhaps you don't know , or want to.
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Hard To Get

A triolet
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Statement

Statement Leaving the Little Chef I say I like the look of Lancashire and with my fist make like a JCB in a bag of pickled onion monster munch.
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chapter seven: Guildford Girl

And then one day the dating game is suddenly easy. The answer was there all the time. It just took a bit of a re-think, a small paradigm shift in attitude and Bingo!
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Fishtails

Driving with you, To the coast of Kent. Laughing and singing. It’s our day out. I stroke your hand Between shifting the gears. I rub your neck. Because I can’t reach to kiss.
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Twink

a firefly life
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Day 05 - Chalicothere

Long dead sounds, ghost sounds, hunting for ears.
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Day 35 (Maundy Thursday)

The first last supper...
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Africa ~ Roots & Wings (published poem)

A newsletter sent by Eddie Cross from Bulawayo (Zimbabwe) on 19th February 2007 which appeared on the Great North Road Bulletin Board, inspired this poem.
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Those Who Enjoy Repression

So this one's a Valentine to those who crave neatness/ It's understandable! Sometimes a cure seems delicious. Much cleaner than regulating a spot of indulgence with a dam explosion of loans

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