Vague and absent
Not the dog chain salvation I'd hoped for
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- 646 reads
The View From Here
Flaked, muddy window. Aerial wired rooftops. That I cannot afford, to frame anymore. Lightning phrases the sky, thunder applauses. Spotlighting me back, an era of smiles.
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- 1387 reads
Adventures In Drilling
Sort of a silly little story that doesn't really go anywhere.
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- 2020 reads
Grass Roots
a poem about German author, Gunter Grass
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- 1242 reads
Full Circle
Of being an ingrate I was once accused But let it be known This left me bemused
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- 724 reads
The Redemption of 'Orrible Jones
A group of soldiers rest in a French village in 1917... one of them, a miserly man called 'Orrible Jones is forced to face a drunken and violent turd-walloper to save the honour of a French girl.
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- 1026 reads
M25
Clive was gracious as ever and expressed in a way only a fat abused TGI servant could that he hoped Gary had had a good meal.
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- 1125 reads
He used to make toast for The Pope
The Docker caught my eye, and with teeth like sugar puffs smiled big – “Toast for the Pope,”
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She Fell Asleep On The Beano
It started with a belly button ring, which was a miracle, one fit for a group of poor French kids
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I Can't Help It
“Combat trousers Sir, they’re great, they came out of War, even you’ve got a pair, you wore them on the field trip to Rhyll. Sir
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- 941 reads