Thrice Caws the Crow
Realistically speaking, I’m for the knackers yard, shortly, so why waste money keeping me alive?
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At the age of 86 I invented cheese
At the age of 86 I invented cheese It was a simple chance occurrence; some goats milk left out had fermented into a cheesy mould.
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The last white man
I was the only white man in the village.
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Currently Untitled
I watched him quietly from my rooftop, my silence not so much from a tacit effort to be discreet, as it was a product of my wonderment. There was nothing spectacular about him.
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Geiza/Needa job ..
There's a tablet for this and a tablet for that. Cope with depression, To quit smoking, Get thin cos you got fat. The pill box in YOUR place is full to the top.
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Mumbling Prufrock
A Renaissance man looks at forty.
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A PART OF MY LIVE EXPERIENCE
A PART OF MY LIVE EXPERIENCE P.K.ROUTRAY Today I had my left eye surgery, I feel now I at my best to tell my emotional story.
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Morning After 7
"Do you think she knows that you are having an affair?" Julie asked. "She doesn't suspect a thing. She's still angry that my memory has chosen to forget her exclusively," Jay responded.
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The Dark Place
A little wind-up tin-plate monkey had rudely been tucked into the waistband of his underpants, and it continued frantically clapping its cymbals together.
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The Elephant Salesman (Part VII)
When Terenced knocked down the structure that housed the milk bottle game, Bartle, being the spooked Springer spaniel that he was, was so shaken that he sprung for the nearest hiding place.
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