TIED UP AT THE OFFICE (True)
My job at the office then was a telephonist see no time hardly for a cup of tea I would always say "Good morning how can I help you"? The boss had gone out I sat in my turnable chair
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do some mens' haircuts spell out the wrong message?
short hair combed forward with no parting - does it have a 'rough' image
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A Letter of Resignation
I beg you, most worshipful master, to receive my resignation as your apprentice.
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Autumn (Sorry, this is a poem, but didn't know how to add it)
Autumn Look out of the window Survey the changes taking place. With the flair of an artist Nature paints the falling leaves Caressing them with such gentle strokes As a lover would
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A Chinese Bar Mitzvah
Mr. Chen’s shiatsu has a level-three heart murmur. The widower lives on a fixed income. Ada Goldfarb’s son, Robert, is a veterinarian. Maybe they can work things out.
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Spider Chair
That chair looked like some sort of rusted clock-work spider, it was all predatory angles and the suggestion of some livid, serrated movement.
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The Wedding Cake
Bright amber flags - whirling ribbons of spilt light, Bloody like abandoned dregs of Special Brew mark the spot. An X of broken glass and police radio chatter,
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The consultation
Lyttelton 1994 Dr v.Vake’s consulting rooms - - - “Please, have a seat. Your name?”, “Timothy Tucker.” “The complaint?”, “Chronic diarrhea.”
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In the Gutter...
I imagine a cell, A prison cemented in the sky. It is a place whose walls, Stand soaked in despair. I find a woman there, We hate each other. There is nothing between us,
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Ode To Red Wine
But lager thou art not a patch on red wine Which similarly I guzzle most of the time Full bodied or light, it goes down so well A pop, a glug, a swish, a smell
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