Picasso and Snickers - Part 4 - The Phone Booth
The first thing Debbie noticed about the Chelsea Book Shop was the aroma. There hung in the air an intoxicating blend of old books, coffee and cinnamon.
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En Plein Air
I tried writing in the wind. The wind blew my pad away. I tried writing in the rain. The paper just got soggy. I tried writing in a storm. Lightning struck my ball-point pen.
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THE GHOST THAT HAUNTS
a spiritual
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Lies.
I looked into your mouth and saw maggots fidgeting, uncomfortable on your warm, wet tongue.
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The wind doth blow for Magdalene
Magdalene Laundries; another shameful chapter in Ireland's history - look it up if interested.
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Girl with Grey Eyes
There’s a speck of a boat pricks the horizon;
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We’re In Touch With Your World
Imagine if Lucifer could advertise on afternoon TV between the no win no fee lawyers and the easy to fit stairlifts. It might go something like this...
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America at Last – Part 8
Nashville, TN.
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Butterflies
The wings of the blue morpho have no patterns; they look just like blue lingerie of satin. The swallowtail’s pretty wings always look just like crayon in a colouring book.
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