Poem of the week

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Cashmered might not be a proper word, hey-ho!

her eyes

Her eyes reflect her gentle motion, As she sways in subtle sublime sighs. Her aubern hair ,weak curled, is rolling; About her light filled oval eyes. Everything about her's golden.

Jennifer Jane's last twiddle

Miss Bell had had a hard day teaching at the Witches’ Home and was wishing she could go home to her parents’ house and have a good rest.

Full-Frontal Cookery

Tinkle Velocipede – undoubtedly – gained her all-too vital celebrity status in the UK when she combined the two – up to then - entirely separate genres of TV cookery programme and full-frontal n

Asleep and At Rest

In nearby rooms Fred dreams of baseball Dorothy and adopted cat
Gold cherry

Epilogue

I wish I were able to shape my thoughts into something I can say out loud or breathe into the air: a cold winter sky filling up with: I’m-sorries.

Gone-Gone

The snowman is a smudge upon the front lawn
Cherry

Evening at Riviere De Loup

hush of quiet among the silhouettes

Perfection In Form

Consuming beauty
Cherry

Butcher Boy ( Part 12, New Boys)

New faces appear.

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