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ADAM & EVE.

Humorous Story
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G

The breeze quickens and the leaves pick up their pace across the uneven pavement. Like a bag caught up in the air and then thrown again when the wind...
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The Understudy

A sister tired of waiting in the wings.
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Normal service

Normal service I am standing on the middle escalator, waiting for my train out of London Bridge. The escalator is not working. It isn't broken, out...
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Vainly

You hauling me to the mirror. See what I see - saying - see what I love Love. And two faces side by side in the silver Saying your face that I love...
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Wurlitzer

It feels like every thought I have Is you in thoughtform turning Like you are made of light or breath Like you are made of electricity And the...
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Yellow Dress

That crocheted yellow mini dress She made it herself on the nights they sat Side by side on the new suite. She could cook - that's for sure. Her...
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The Boats, The Beach, The Bliss Of It All

Inspired by a trip to Whitstable in the grip of depression.
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Thaw

for Richie too
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The Golem

A Golem is created who plays chess
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Eye, Eye

Ummm, well, maybe you'd just better read it...
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Cupboard Love

When there's an ulterior motive for marriage...
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Future Poem

What probably won't be. Or will it&;#063;
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Sadness

Sadness After waiting for a few minutes a girl near us pointed out two silhouettes on the horizon that soon became three. Everyone was silent and...
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Vain Japanese Fair

Little should surprise one who lives in a country where apartment blocks have names like Maison de libido; where buses have chandeliers and where...
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Mother,s Pity

Ireland 1969-&;#063;
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BUSy

A overworked bus driver making new friends
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A=They Ate the Truth

Oh, it's another weird one. I think it's worth five minutes of your life though.
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A beautiful night

A beautiful night By Sean Nelson I wanted to take Janelle to the under 21 club that night. But again and again, I'd called her cell phone, the only...
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Eight thirty a.m

Written upon arriving at school one morning, no plot to speak of

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