Errata: Twenty-Fourth Episode: Theatre of War
And I got to my feet, my wounds winking shut.
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Errata: Twenty-Third Episode - Oh Shoot
On the production floor of the Syphilis Barracks, Raoul One stood shivering in blue cotton pyjamas and a flannel dressing gown, along with ten of his fellow Councillors.
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Ten Utterly Pointless Questions That Are Asked in Offices
“Have you had a haircut?”… to which the only sensible response would be “Yes” or indeed, on the more controversial side of the spectrum, “No.”
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Washed up on Shore
This is a fictional short story.
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Of Peasoup and Piracy: (Butlers Wharf Winter 1962)
I have investment here. Over the knots of a century. It’s bound around the fraying years, on a cold cleat of memory. So loosen time and pull boys. Flex the sinews, let’s heave away.
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I Salute You, We Salute You
To all those slodiers of the, Past, present and future, To those who have given up, Thier lives for thier country, I salute you, We salute you, Your country and the world salutes you.
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When I Die
Don't cry when I die, Don't greive, Just remember the good times, The fun times, The time we spent together in sweet embrace. Don't cry when I die, Don't greive,
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Peace
This is another poem that I wrote about the struggles in my life. I hope that my readers are able to relate and that they appreciate my personal touch.
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Down And Out
He lays on a park bench, His bed, his home. He stares at the city, Skyscrpers so tall. His thoughts drift into thin air. No one sees, No one cares.
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