Cherry

Alex

Waistcoats. Red kissing the blue. Brandy coughing snifters, of a 40 a day obsessive. The killer black, to the top left pocket. With a little bit of screw. Sheffield steel. Shamrock luck?

You’re Stuffed Restaurant’s rules on complaints

Fictional poem.

The swan is still waiting.....

I write expecially to the people who were invited to Syd Barrett parties in his flat in London at the beginning of the seventies. I remembered the other day that he sayd to you:

The Centre of the onion

'Layers Donkey - like an onion'

Why I Love You So

You want to know Why I love you so? I thought I had told You so long ago.

My Husband

You are my husband. You are my life. You took my hand. You made me your wife.

A Rainbow

A rainbow was formed The day you were born. Made from colors of every hue Was given especially to you.

For One Night Only

200 words.

Just For A While

Let out that child That's inside of you. Just for a while Because you need to.

Special Friendship

Our friendship is such a special one There are no boundaries that I can see. And as for limits, well, there are none You could say we have set each other free.

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