Love

My second love themed in 2 days, but this one was written a long time ago, found it along with some other scraps.

Waiting with Spanish Guitars

Waiting with Spanish guitars. Why do I sit here? You stamp on me so, and still I wait. Am I a fool? Perhaps. It wasn't much to ask, was it? For you to come to me?

Art Of Control

Roll up, Roll up, Come and get your good news here. My words are what you yearn. They will say what you want to hear. I will gain your trust, with tales of old,

Philosophy of younger years (2007)

Found this on a scrap of paper in an old foot rest, think its from 2007.

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After a few more at Les Americains, I drove the back way to Toulouse, which was a mistake. Everyone coming from the other direction seemed to have their full beam on or they had wonky low beams.

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If I suggest a new way of doing things, Suzie will go out of her way to stick to her system. There’s no telling her. She’s as dogged as a staunch Tory on Election Day.
Cherry

Lucid Dreams In Moscow

Part One of a two-part series of poems on my experiences of Russia. 'Looming before me, St Basil's basks in camera flashes, with its candy-cane swirls and pretentious pastels,'

The Peanut Wind

a seasonal change capturing my attention

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