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My stories

On the Insanity of Bureaucracy

Letting off steam - very riled. Pfft!

In Imitation, I find Freedom bred from Limitation

FTSE100's Forum Challenge - May All Your Wonderpants Be Underpants - the rewrite, poetically?

At the Tithe barn (Inspiration Point) 14th October 2008

Inspiration Point and perfect sunny Sunday curiously coincide...
Poem of the week

Autumn Grieves

Melancholy, for Autumn...

I can hear the sun playing outside

I can hear the sun playing outside (9th October 2008, 2.35pm) I can hear the sun playing outside on the tarmaccaddam, or perhaps it is the children; I can hear the grass shouting

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