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3am soul-searches

What does it feel like to belong? Somewhere to rest your head along with your rain-soaked coat; a smile, a hug, or a hand to hold; or a gesture of...

Christmas Spell

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All the hopes of the year Looked forward to this time Gathering at the end, To finish the year in style. Never enough time to be ourselves, Shops all...
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check reality

I’ve been up days talking god down from his tree, scraping my skullsides for more sky, and now, eating beans from the tin, I await dawn,...
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We're Australian

We’re Australian By Paul McCann This land is our land , we call our home. Long may our surf roll white with foam . Long may our streets be safe and...

The Man With No Name

The Man With No Name By Paul McCann Let me introduce you to the man with no name He works all night and day and no one feels his pain . The man with...

Dictators

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Neither Sauron nor Saruman can touch us here. Syria is a ruin, Populations displaced and killed. Yemen is dying, Its people tortured and ignored...

Rivendell

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Spa pool and hall, lovely landscape. Newfound home away from home, overlooking the Cheshire Plain, and Manchester in the distance. Like Rivendell, it...
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Ragwort Life

Ragwort has established itself in a straggling patch of our garden, mixed in with long grasses and a few other flowering plants. Its seeds must have...

Tales Of Gallanol : Ch.6 The Party (Part 2: Aftermath)

The High King's Companions have attempted to ruin Jovian's reputation at the Party, the night before. He must now face the High King in person. Will he be believed? Set in the early stages of Gallanol's civil war.

Funeral For A Friend

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Friends lost, one by one. We have all got to go sometime. Not like this, taken before our time. Not taken, chosen. A desperate way to go. Time ran...