Amber Glow

Gazing through the glass panes of a window across the frost stained fields a ‘yonder like, a freshly powder christmas cake- the metaphor of

ABCtales London Evening Tuesday December 11th

Hi folks,

It's upon us - do get along to upstairs at the Wheatsheaf in London's Rathbone Place on Tuesday night if you possibly can. We've got a great set of readers and it promises to be a wonderful evening - but it is always better if we get a good crowd along.

Full details are here:

http://www.abctales.com/node/635424

I look forward to seeing as many of you as possible!
We start prompt at 7 p.m. but latecomers are always welcome.

Regards and a merry Christmas to you all,

Gambling

I've decided I need to win some money. Soo I am going to start gambling- on a small scale- once a week perhaps- once every 10 days when I go to town.£5 a go and I might win a million, maybe more. One million ought to do it for a while- a long while. I wonder whether I will get addicted?

Danish politics

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Cherry

The Vineyard

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Thinness

run thin, run thin

A Christmas Rhyme

Little Robin with your heart so big, chirping happily upon a twig; when I hear your jolly carolling, silver bells inside me start to ring. Little Holly leaves that prickle us;

Mrs Clause (Lyrics)

It’s Mrs Clause. She’s hanging mistletoe above the door because she welcomes Santa home with love.

Bethlehem

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