tan63
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Ode on a Sprig of Gorse | tan63 | 2 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Kitesurfer, Tarifa | tan63 | 3 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Will 2010 Be The Year Of People Power? | Mangone | 52 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Heath, Tanners' Hill | tan63 | 1 | 14 years 8 months ago |
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Things we used to say, remember?
Howdy, howdy. Make your own mind up. Think for yourself. Don't let me tell you what to do. We've got bags of time. The world is your oyster. The...
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Ode on a dagger
(a tribute to the downtrodden and dispossessed) Our relic, came from India, with gold handle and silver sheath. Found its way to a Mancunian...
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If I could paint in blue,
mind is like an ocean, calm, ripples at its shores, deep, bottomless, and yet not fathomless. Measured in strokes, and darting, diving, flitting...
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Wilfred's bugle, Sambre, France, 1918
(or, the profits of war) Bugle, dropped, by a deaded German soldier, later, found by you Wilfred, lying by his side, muddied. Did you play? Arms,...
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Cold, Tuesday May 14th 1963, Cardiff
You birthed me on this day, beautiful, clever you. Was I crying, laughing, coughing? It was cold but the back room was warm. Was there a fire going?...
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