Within the sorms of life there is always an eye of inspiration where creativity happens .

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IPOW based on a very fine poem: (HINT) :-) http://www.abctales.com/story/capoeiragem/gone apologies for what I came up with inspired by a lovely poem: a 250 worder.

George gave a special welcome to his guest of honour, Tony, at his first State of the Nation address. This was punctuated by thunderous applause and a seemingly endless standing ovation.

I prefer profundity to profanity. There is no fucking joy in shallowness. But the depth of her ignorance was like a stick of dynamite in a bon-bon; it shocked me so much it nearly killed me.

She left me Like the last leaf On a dormant tree Plucked off by A randy wind Whose promises Blew away Just as easily She left behind Random hairs A favoured lipstick And a faint scent

“And then I do this,” she told him when they got home, flicking her hair and sitting astride him. “You'd better not do that,” he said afterwards, collecting his pants from under her pillow.

No goodies, no baddies except the villain intolerance.