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Your Twelve Red Roses

With your twelve red roses Still fresh on my table You seduced me outright With all you were able I was able too Out of loneliness and lust Any honourable intentions Shot to dust

Ghostwriter

The leaves were already beginning to turn as Penelope entered the neighborhood of Alex’s mom’s house, down the once familiar road that up until now, she only drove by and wondered about.

America at Last – Part 11

I can’t remember where I first heard the blues played.

Personal Song

It cannot be downloaded or copied

Run Away

I hope that they can understand

The Carer’s Respite (IP)

A day of release from a Caring role, relief of pressure and stress, a refreshment goal – … clean, purge out stale lethargy, revive joy and vibrancy; returning anew to …

The Wolf

a kaleidoscope of emotion and bravado
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Old Notes Found

It occurs to you, as you look up at the windows; tired, untidy curtains, too tired to hold in the light, that there are too many people.

The Little Faces

The little faces So eager and free The willing teacher Able to be Free from constraints A conduit for grace The look of relief On a child's unconditioned face
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SPEED DATE

The urge to blush his lips...
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The Piano

The entertainment center of the last century.

How to Draw Insects

It was a gift, from her
Gold cherry

The Biscuits in Parliament

A jammy dodger came to power He dazzled us with twinkling eyes And only when the milk turned sour Did we uncover all his lies But how did the dodger get the vote?

The Squeeze

I met the World today, and I didn't like him
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George and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary

The following week marked the fifteenth anniversary of George's mother Cynthia's death.
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Girl with the Flaxen Hair

She stoops to tend a rose...
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Flat Badger

and I know I’ve just crushed its skull, spread its brains for the happy crows, laid suicide supper for the loveable fox -

Rebirthday

To Earth’s Rebirthday party, you are cordially invited;
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Hippopotamus

Oh hippopotamus, What a hippopota-fuss, You’re splashing in my fishpond, Now you’re rolling in the dust. Oh hippopota-please Would you hippopota-cease, This aggravates my allergies,
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Sisters

‘I am safe with you,’ he said. He put his hand on my knee. I could feel the gun pressing against my bra.

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