Philosophy
Ode on a sprouting potato
What creature is it, other than human, dares eat the raw and humble potato? From whence it came, the first seed? From whence came that first seed?...
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The Press.
I decided to write today, I was going to write yesterday, but I had walked to the Town to buy a Christmas gift for my grandson, it was going to be a...
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Mince Pies.
Mince Pies. About a month ago, I really wanted a mince pie. When I went shopping, I would actually forget to buy it, I would see it advertised on...
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A Million Pounds.
If you had shown me a photo and asked me to study it close-up and asked me to say, “Who is it, for one million pounds?” I had just arrived in my...
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Home Hunting
"What do you yearn for?" I couldn't help but ask myself what a strange question this was. Right now I seem to yearn for a mug of freshly brewed...
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Blissful Silence
The silent nomad, gently moved through life content to not speak even once. He did not utter a sound, and had grown to forget how his very own voice...
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Believe In The Christmas Child
Believe In The Christmas Child By Paul McCann To be just like a child again when Christmas time is here , set your sights on Christmas day and the...
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Joyspotting
[After Irvine Welsh Trainspotting Quotes by Irvine Welsh ] Choose joy. Choose a hobby. Choose a passion. Choose a connection. Choose a buzzing big...
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Laughing My Socks Off.
From I was tiny, I went every year to my god-mothers house. My god-mother, Auntie Betty, lived in Lytham St Annes, near Blackpool. I went for either...
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Letter to Socrates
I wondered in the wilderness, lovely as a cloud. Independent, largely, self-sufficient, yeah! Untouchable and free, enough. Deaf, dumb and blind I...
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