Seven

The bane of my life Meniere's disease it rears up now and then, I'm allergic to the medicine I ride out an attack as best I can. The best way to deal with it is to poke fun hence this daft poem.

If I had words that could burst through the dark of your night like sudden fireworks of desire, to cover you in a healing rain of gold and silver, green and red and all the possible colours

A poem that can be read three ways, see if you can work it out.

I wrote this poem after listening to a piece of classical music. The challenge for me was to make it rhyme.

A woman returns home to find a surreal moment.

For all those who think 'what you see is what you get' can exist outside of GUI. No it's not about computers!

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