Bluffs, Family, Superman
The setting sun has burst its shell, covering the sky in a messy lilac yolk. My footsteps on the gravel sound like a thousand Roman soldiers as I march up the driveway.
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Warsaw rising survivor tells her story
From the agony of the Warsaw rising to hospitals in Africa, the story of Dr Eleanora Zaremba
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Are You Certain - Part Two
"The Time Lord was almost correct" He continued. "The TARDISes, the magic boxes, aren't telephone boxes but brain boxes. Inside is the mind which is as big or as small as its contents.
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Jean-Yves song
song about a rather annoying French friend. (tune: "Joleen")
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public school rap
Song inspired by my chat with Michael who I met on train journey in India. We talked about my youth at public school. I hope to perform this and put it on u-tube someday.
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Double Debra
When Debra walked out on him on Thursday afternoon, Joseph knew just the sounds she would make as she left: the stamp down the stairs, the pause to put on her coat, the slam of the flat door.
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Adolf II
Adored by a sinking Fatherland, Drums and thousands of Hitler Youth once lined flower streets, One by one he lost his jewels, Lying outside his bombed bunker,
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Muse
Half of a poem, As if this flesh never materialised, Is it about saving this messy planet? Kennedy would say something grand, Underneath I agonise that this piece is too bland.
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Passion
Pout, Angle, just right for a smack, Stand back, Stroke his tanned hand, Inside you are giggling like a comedian, Ogle the curve of his lips, Nervous,
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Clouds
I remember the twisty path leading up to the tiny cottage, the smell of roses around the door. I opened the door which creaked slightly, the smell of the coal fire greeted me.
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