Past Imperfect
(Edit 8/12/2010) "I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide." (Edna St Vincent Millay)
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Oysters
An old man limped to his fishing boat, His fishing cap on his head, A young boy walked beside the man Why do you limp? he said. I’ve always limped was the mans reply,
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What are friends for?
Her hair is soft, the curls spring back as my hand passes over them. The sensation of being so close to her lulls me into a serene contentment but a nervous excitement bubbles beneath.
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Greed
He had but a five pound note crisp, and folded in his pocket as he walked through the bright red door into the bookies. He started on the slot machines, the collection of various fruits
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Hope on a cold day
'The sun shone so brightly. The streaks of sunlight; like a white flag of surrender across the horizon.'
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Leather Apron
As plain as his name above the door And the burst capillaries in his cheeks Waldren was the landlord And he still made a profit most weeks. He polished the bar each morning
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I've time enough to wander
Down the path of life.
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In Harms Way!
In peace sons bury their fathers, in war fathers bury their sons.
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Urban Myths--The Apple of Discord
A modern version of the Judgement of Paris