Summer's End
The trees turn early in the late summer sun, Yellow and gold against a soft cerulean sky, The sun goddess bursting through the leaves Birch bark shining white at her touch.
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Public Canings
Personally, I'm a big believer that a citizen ought to be able to walk streets, do his/her job, go to the coffee-house, ride the sub-way, etc., in safety.
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The Picnic Field
George appeared at Granny’s. George was seven, and Granny lived next-door-but-one. It had been decided that George could now go round, with permission, without Granny being asked first.
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Lupine Debt Recovery (FSA Approved)

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The Udder Side of the Story
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Her last party - 18th November 2007
The snow fell. Soft and white it blanketed the garden. We stepped out with virgin prints, her crutches left damp black holes. Bangs and sizzles, filtered through flakes as large as doilies.
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CHRISTMAS 1915
Much has been written about the Xmas truce of 1914; this poem tells of the truce the following year and is based on the recollections of Bertie Felstead, a soldier present at the time.
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Sitting Room
Swirling wooden knots setting time Close to ripping like crepe paper outlines of boarded up tombs fastening kirby Grips held between teeth the coal Scuttle and poker sit beside her and
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Doggone Lover
Cold winter night and I'm free, to say what I wish and do as I please. The crowd in my thoughts, lighters weave to the live beat. Whilst they throw roses to my feet.
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