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My stories

Hawk

He swoops like a hawk On to the discarded butt Deposits it in his pouch His eyes dart around Looking for prey and Watching for predators Quickly he speeds down The north London street

I hate your youth

I hate your youth he wrote on a post card when he spoke to her he called her a little minx hating her and wanting her he drank to ease the pain of lost youth and lost opportunity

poison penned

The poison drips from your pen On to the lovely moleskin notebook You bought from WH Smiths For £9.95 This will teach your enemies To mock you You say to yourself As more poison seeps

Juices

my juices are flowing I can't stop putting pen to paper the headache won't stop me the misery won't stop me the happiness won't stop me I have both misery and happiness at the same time

no word thief

I thought they might have nicked my little WH Smith black book when I visited the loo I left it there on the table tempting wrong 'uns along with my half drunk pint and bag of peanuts

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