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My stories

flights of fancy

the girl in the book shop looked at me as if she loved me when i bought the history book I thought she might try to trace me via my card and turn up on my doorstep one day later in a tewkesbury pub

good neighbour

I play my music loud the way it should be I make the floor vibrate to the pounding beat I lose myself in my musical world I try to sleep to the beat assaulting my haven from above I can't escape it's evil grip

music

I play my music loud it's the way it should be I make the floor vibrate to the pounding beat I lose myself in my musical world I try to sleep to the beat assaulting my haven from above I can't escape it's evil grip

giant

when i stand outside my kitchen door at midnight smoking a cigarette and drinking whisky there's a shadow of me fifty foot long which stretches into next door's garden my head covers the apple tree

grizzly

grizzled his skin was not that of a beautiful youth the lines told many stories a life lived making love waking up sunrise sunset break up and make up loving, longing, missing, losing

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