Sometimes you’d think you were goddesses...

“Don’t worry,” said the fat man, “even cowboys get saddle-sore sometimes. And how about those steel workers, ever see them?” The girl shook her head, but didn’t look up.

Big Chief Antler

You can talk, she thought, it’s all right for you. It was Sunday again and they were walking in Richmond Park. You’re not even listening, he said. You’re not even bothering to listen.

Summer days (I.P.)

Always prefer to be passenger or pillion, I can day dream out the window or visor, even motor ways, just for road trip sake, sing along to on the radio or in my head,

Conserved ideas

The gate opens at 6:30 in the morning he is never ever late, it is either tuesdays or wednesdays, A short scene of revolution in action

A poem, by Deadend Jobsworth, MP

My dear friend, Deadend Jobsworth of Gluttonbury, MP for Numberwang, has penned a poem in memory of Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’.

COLOURS

Clours Primary Rainbow Signify Deep meanings In flags Red can Mean Sacrifice Yellow Faith/religion Green Fertility These symbols Have deep Meanings In certain Regions

BLACK KARL MARX

I thought I saw Karl Marx In a super Market same height Sams beard Bushy grey Didn't talk To him Could have heard What he would Say When I pose The question Are you Karl Marx?

The Hand Of Day

The coloured skies of dawn that hold The promised day there in the palm Of morning. Close enough for you To take the hand of day and walk On down these paths, between the gorse

Libra

Only cautious Capricorn can make me lose my balance.

Wyoming

Cast in a beautiful Wyoming sky, The grandest of all the land A cowboy races, his lasso held high, His horse obeying his command A bull with the strength of 500 men,

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