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StoryCatch! maisie112 years 2 days ago
StoryBirdsong! - edited! maisie212 years 3 days ago
StoryBetween Friends! maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryBeing maisie112 years 3 days ago
Storybefore edit maisie112 years 3 days ago
StoryAnother look back maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryAll the world's a stage - maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryAll in All! 3 maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryAll in All! 2 maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryAll in All! maisie212 years 3 days ago
Storyaliens.....n curly .... maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryAfter Christmas... (tom & ellie 2) maisie112 years 3 days ago
StoryA walk along a roadside nature reserve... maisie412 years 3 days ago
StoryA Vendor's Tale of Old Books! maisie212 years 3 days ago
StoryA spaceman's feeet! maisie012 years 3 days ago
StoryA Scot in London. (poem) maisie512 years 3 days ago
Story3 poem - aweful poetry run.... maisie112 years 3 days ago
Story2 out of 10 poems.... maisie012 years 3 days ago
Story new carol: it is the season etc: Blessed be.... maisie212 years 3 days ago
Story1st day of Christmas1 Last poem of series maisie012 years 3 days ago
Story3rd day poem :) nearly christmas! maisie012 years 3 days ago
Story4th day poem maisie512 years 3 days ago
Story5th day of poems maisie012 years 3 days ago
Story6th day poem for xmas maisie012 years 3 days ago
Story7th day pome maisie412 years 3 days ago

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Lavender

Lavender - A French variety: butterfly topped. Sits in an old zinc pot. It smells of summer days in the old way. Blue. The roses beside it, are not...

Lace - poem

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Lace is always old. An edge of a wedding dress, scarce worn over a bed of satin, stained at the hem. which swings as if it had life. At the market,...

Leggings the radio show.

Leggings the next radio show. "Roll up, roll up, roll up, for the next installment of the international radio show, we are just awaiting the...

Leggings a ring reforged.

picture with permission from my oldest daughter (all rights reserved S) “One ring to bind them all...” Uncle Tolkien and I sat in the lounge...

Leggings witches with names...

It was the third night of April, and the air was cool. All about the witches skittered, brought in by broom. Up above their voices sounded, sharp as...

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