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StoryWalk Away In Love mcscraic23 years 8 months ago
Storybird flown away Coolhermit33 years 8 months ago
StorySnowstorm Richard L. Prov...63 years 8 months ago
Storythe unspeakable grief of a mother cleansing her son’s spilt blood Coolhermit33 years 8 months ago
StoryEquinox at Frank Seago’s Coolhermit43 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen The Golden Light Of Love Comes Shining Through mcscraic43 years 8 months ago
Storymy Camden girl (a 1973 romance) Coolhermit43 years 8 months ago
Storydemob happy Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
StoryI only have eyes for you Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
Storya day out with Aoife (1968) Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
Storysomething beautiful Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
Storywallflowers Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
Storytwinned towers Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
Storyvodkablivion Coolhermit23 years 9 months ago
Storycrossing Holderness by bus Coolhermit23 years 9 months ago
Storypilgrimage Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
StoryChuck Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
Storythe artist Coolhermit23 years 9 months ago
Storyin Nepal (June 1971) Coolhermit63 years 9 months ago
Storystill life Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
Storyto Saffron Coolhermit13 years 9 months ago
Storycoming of age in Oxford Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago
Storyhello goodbye Coolhermit33 years 9 months ago
StoryLiving On The Street mcscraic43 years 9 months ago
Storychatting with Saoirse Coolhermit03 years 9 months ago

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poetry can be fatal

I planned to read some stuff in Scunthorpe the venue is a good one and some of the women have caught the eye of this grey-head wannabe. I packed...

old time religion

old time religion my Nottingham church of the Pentecostal persuasion decreed a season of prayer and fasting for a miracle healing to the legs of one...
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posh bird stalker

posh bird stalker Phoebe stood in the wings of every gig clapping, whooping, loved my shtick seemed she could not get enough of this cockney ‘bit of...
Cherry

for whom this bell tolls

for whom this bell tolls I had gone to the pub for last orders, a nd to stock up on t oilet paper an old bloke picking over ashtrays looked in need...
Cherry

what the thunder says

what the thunder says weary of wine and cheese and washing sherry, I quit my job and headed west and further west till settling in Dunquin, on the...

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