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Somehow We Are All Equal On Holiday
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Somehow we are all equal on holiday. We could be a lowly carer or the Mayor of London, a bank manager or a bus driver; We’re all Brits, together on...
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Impressions
My writing class was asked to choose favourite books and write something in a similar genre. I love E F Benson's Lucia books. This is my attempt!...
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A Sixties Childhood
On a windswept Yorkshire hill The snowdrops fight daffodils, For space on a tiny terrace Caterpillars starve and butterflies wane In jam jars of...
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twelve-noon-seven
After Sarah used the toilet and flushed, she put the toilet seat down, and washed her hands and doused her face in cold water. No soap. No towel. She...
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Canadian Weed
“Weed is blowing in the wind to the North” Marijuana is now legal to purchase and use all across the grand expanse of La Belle Canada. Who would have...
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The fox and the jackal
The fox and the jackal There was a fox and jackal named Simitha and Gopesh living in Haripatra jungle in Mumbai and who were best friends ever since...
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Gratitude
Gratitude P K Routray (1) Preamble On infinity with humility dare I to verse the gratitude I nurse for my Alma-mater, every being within her that...
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Joe Goes (A Scottish Scat Reminiscence)
Jumping Joe Jehosophat, full throttle in the Railway Tav (nineteen ninety three). Go in there for ten years, six hours a day, you’d see him squat,...
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One Two Three Four
five and six more deer straight as a pencil on autumn’s crunchy floor while morning sun says vamoose to a lingering mist whispering into far away.
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twelve-noon-six
Paddy stood outside the church, he’d found it almost impossible to get a parking space and had circled for fifteen minutes before parking on a corner...
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Junk Mail
An irritating scheme or scam– the emails wind up regularly in my ‘Spam’ – another name, not mine appears, though my address is hijacked. I haven’t signed up …
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Last Rites
I’ve shat it out myself, a complete lack of humility and grace. There is no value in any of it now, our long gone eyes of days. But I remember a...
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The Best Autumn Days
The ground hardens itself to those who dare walk on its back The dew twinkles and a faint mist rises from the frost Creeping over the distant hills...
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Colours
Yellow: Sunshine smiles I want to create With vibrancy on This beautiful day, Golden: Harmony of treasures To lift spirit higher As winter nears...
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A Man of the Mountain - The Busy Bee Diner
Need to catch up? Link to the full collection here: https://www.abctales.com/collection/man-mountain-2018 8. The Busy Bee Diner Shirley sat at the...
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Who Shot Pastor Boris?(1)
It was Saturday night in the living room of the community house. Sally walked in. "Jezebel, Jezebel," shouted one of the young men. "What's that all...
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A cold October breeze
It's the early hours just as the night is lightening for the day to come, I can feel the cold breeze of an october evening prickling at my ears, And...
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Its All Good
Its All Good By Paul McCann Well its really hard for me but you say that its all good , So I’ll carry on to do the things I should . IOf its good...
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First Impressions
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First Impressions Greece, land of the early dusk, before our plane arrives in Corfu. Coming from Britain, clocks two hours forwards; It seems an...
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Get It Out
Get It Out By Paul McCann For the road everyone must walk , For the times everyone should talk , For the dreams inside our heart and soul There is a...
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