Bobbo Versus The Machine
Today, in another episode of my highly successful work avoidance strategy, I found myself in search of chocolate, and finding myself in search of chocolate, I ventured to the vending machine.
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A Really Bad Day
It started off ok: with you ironing and singing along to the Spin Doctors, and me running upstairs downstairs upstairs downstairs looking for trainers water socks mobile wallet keys
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rose miltons great adventure
who was it hiding in the old house after all
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Where else, if not here
someone passes me a trumpet. I play it and try not to spill my rum.
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HOME SWEET HOME poem
Paws thunder across the kitchen floor as punishment for ears still sensitive from last night’s pub-crawling
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A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE poem
A Thirst for Knowledge A game of Scrub in 1952 meant adults and children brought gloves bats and balls old shirts for bases and teams made up from the Veteran’s town-site
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In the stars
Mummy's not here anymore, But daddy says she's watching me. And when I go to bed at night I look into the stars And that is where my mummy lives. Even though she cannot be with me,
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And the old woman dies alone
She sits in the chair rocking back and forth. Wont let anyone help her, Wont let anyone care. Long gone are the children and husband, The grandkids are to busy care.
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The Beach of Raven Feathers
To wander in the phoenix covered sky, Above the clouds that never truely lie; Try then to sit on rocky barren highs, Where only wind can breathe its deepest sighs;
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