Harbourage
You started listening to music again when You moved to the flat by the harbour, And stocked your fridge with irn-bru. I don’t remember you drinking Irn-bru when you lived with us.
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is Present
Things move, And are moved By hands other Than my own. Propped against the station Bench I imagine I am a pair Of tights emptied Of their legs. Slackly I sit and remember
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Lizard's Leap: Chapter Two: The picture
Kerry’s face fell.
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"Checkout" Scene Three
Seems like it would be wise to evacuate the area!
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The Wandering Wind
When the wind comes whistling your way, hang out some cheerful chimes to play
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Solution to “Whodunnit?”
That’s it! I think I’ve worked it out. I know who dunnit, without a doubt. Who it was that shot Lady Bloom and how they entered her locked room.
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The Adorable Dormouse (Redrafted)
Little golden Dormouse, gently huddled; curled up, like the world’s most warmest cuddle; comfortably tucked in beds you weave from honeysuckle bark and grass and leaves.
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Charlie Snape
Sybil smiled as she sat on the inter-city in search of her pocketful of dreams and family history;gone with a sneeze and a slam of the front door back in 1959.
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Unrequited Love
What am I?
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Lord, this can’t be it
When I see all the hues, feel all the emotions, live all the experiences... there is too little time, too little
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