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Penis Head Wilson
Penis Head Wilson was a normal kid. He knew he was. He liked playing outdoor games such as football with his pals, hide-and-seek and kick the can,...
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When Daddy Comes Home

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Seasons

Autumn leaves how familiar you seem dancing to the tunes of the wind gracefully you float for all to be seen your rich colour so beautiful and warm...
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Tapper

Little feet tapper still tipper tapper tip a tap hush now little one time to take a nap Little feet tapper still giddy eyes sparklingstill tipper...
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Amazed

Little feet running around uplifting moments lightening the heart curious eyes searching around the laughter of a child keeping me home ground Little...
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Relative Poverty | Reflecting on Childhood Experiences
I am, I accept, very privileged. I live in a well furnished and accessorised home that I can afford to keep warm in winter. I earn more than enough...
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A Trip of Trepidation
Sailing on a stormy salty sea Searching for salvation Travelling on a train of thoughts Departing an empty station Aboard a bus on a beaten path...
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Thirst for Country
I love country music. I love the countryside. I crave the feeling of country. When I turn up the radio to a country tune, my back is filled with...
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pens and paper- chapter 2
Pain. Agony. Misery. Suffering. Torment. Torture. These are the words that I would use to describe the one-sided boxing match that would happen...
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The Girl With No Name
Wish you’d been with me at the open window, and that you hadn’t gone astray. We’d have smoked rocks of crack by the open window, waiting for the moon...
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BLUE SKY TREE HIGH
There was once a silly pixie Out to have some fun; He took a walk down to the lake And looked up at the sun By the sparkling waters edge Lapping at...
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The Rule of Three

"It seems that every day, is just another rotten mess, people say it's gonna end soon, but when it will I can only guess" More Trouble Every Day Frank Zappa 1967. Image is free stock image from http://www.freestockphotos.biz/stockphoto/15715
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Relationship

Relationship P K Routray When man is born him, many relationships adorn as mother, father, brother, sister, many kith and kin and many a family...
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We don't need a nuclear war (Song, perhaps with a reggae rhythm)
1. We need a new way of thinking; we need a new change of heart; we need new people in power; we need to make a new start. 2. We need a new age of...
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Chilli Pepper Plant
Gift of the dusty tongue of sirocco rising in the desert, claiming arid descent from Capsicum of Mexico curls in heated spirals like copper wire The...
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2002-05 My memories of working at a hostel for homeless men

It wasn't my first time working with people who had become homeless. It was 22 years after. I was now 43, working in Exeter not Belfast. The system...
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pens and paper- chapter 1
Damn it was cold. I never understood English weather, the day summer was announced over by some weather reporter on TV, Jack frost would have a field...
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pens and paper- introduction
No one needs TV when you have a constant loop of uncensored traumatic memories going around and around in your head 24/7 to keep you entertained. No...
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Again and still
*/ The slight alley-walking steps of dripping drops in the cloud-sealed moon-gloom through the pensite trees in the slow, steady, stilled waiting for...
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Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.4: Prisoners Of Prancir (Part 4: Profits From Priestesses)
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Danella and High Priestess Sreela discuss the profits the occupiers must be making from the captive Priestesses.