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Books, Charity Shops, Tennis Balls

Some years ago I bought a book. Like most books I buy, I read it all. Even if I hate a book from page one I’ll force myself to finish it, such is my hatred for myself.

A Mothers Leaving

Always the Maybe

Competition entry

Boiled Fish

Must be the silly season...

Down

Eeyore calling, Eeyore calling...
Cherry

Eight Foot Blue - 2

Lily looked at me as if to say, hey you’re just a boy, and I’m a girl, and you’re shorter than me, so how could I possibly be interested in you?

THREE CHILDREN poem

I watch from the sidelines now, this 67 year-young fellow, with the imagination of a child, remembering fishing, hiking, tenting; now writing about it all.

WHEN LOVE FLOURISHES a story-poem

There are so many family situations today. I am pleased to be married 34 years to a wonderful lady, and we have three adopted children (two from Esther's first marriage).

Drips of emotion hint at

between the drops of nude quotations popping by you would almost speak pregnant with baby words not yet out, growing inside trying to find the right way the less slippery road to say

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