A CHRISTMAS CAROL - STAVES 4 & 5
The final part of my adaptation
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Transit- Chapter 2
Ayaan pulled up in front of a gas station. He had just been to every place on his list, except for one. He still had to pick up the engagement ring. The anxiety was no longer bearable.
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Winter Scene
Fawn feathered reeds in clumps that stand Upright in steel-grey frozen pond And empty footprints in the snow. A boy, a tawny trotting hound. Cawing of rooks, excited bark -
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Paste and Copy
I tried to teach her to paste and copy She refused to listen Got all stroppy She’d write it out All over again Tedious really Watching in vain I had to continue Extremely tired
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Because It Matters
Because it does...
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Section 4
Pastor Martin Kuhne sat in his study composing his homily for next Sunday. The telephone rang. He picked it up quickly, hoping it had not disturbed his wife.
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Section 3
At about the time that Wiggins got off the train in Purley, Major Edward Crane entered Augusto Celli's newsagency in Victoria Street and asked to be admitted to the offices above it.
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Section 2
At Clapham Junction Wiggins fumbled through the notes and small change in his pockets, paying off the taxi.
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But That Doesn't Mean I Want You
Once or twice a night I might Thik of you a little. Every now and then you cross my mind When I'm lonely. But that doesn't mean I miss you That doesn't mean I want you here.
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An African Sun
Christina lay, cradled in luxury, feeling the heat of the afternoon sun, as a gentle breeze from the Indian Ocean fanned her slender frame.
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