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My stories

Cherry

Dance Dance Revolution

The tramps have started grooving. I do not approve. When they bodypop It makes me itch. I saw a vagabond in a tweed coat Spinning on his head Making his damp trilby go all flat.
Cherry

Secret Messages

He leaves the phone cradle Turtle-flipped beside a biro Doodle of fire To remind her Of the night they sat Wang-eyed on a see-saw And kids set some bins alight Near the far railings.
Cherry

This Line's The Title

Author's note: We tend to think of poetry a terribly sophisticated medium, but in fact performance poetry is one of the most primal art forms.

Seven Reasons To Stop Writing Poetry

1. It sings to itself, calling Into the throat of a well And thrilling in the bounceback echoes As if they were the hails of some jaunty raftsman Hello, hello, You are real sir
Cherry

Mrs F***

By day, she is a paragon Of temperance and propriety She sits, and knits, and sups oolong With pillars of society Reflecting solemnly upon Their lives of strict sobriety

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