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StoryGrey Rules forest_for_ever17 years 1 month ago
StoryTo A Marse (To A Mouse) forest_for_ever47 years 1 month ago
StoryEuropean Friendship Rhiannonw77 years 1 month ago
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StoryConfessions luigi_pagano87 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Sixties....In My Sixties forest_for_ever57 years 2 months ago
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StorySleepless in Stratford-upon-Avon Silver Spun Sand107 years 2 months ago
StoryLooking out, glimpsing in Rhiannonw57 years 2 months ago
StoryDECISIONS jay214317 years 2 months ago
StoryFree From Fear forest_for_ever67 years 2 months ago
StoryGreen Eyes (Edited) luigi_pagano67 years 2 months ago
StoryA Missing Link luigi_pagano147 years 2 months ago
StoryBehind the Lenses luigi_pagano27 years 2 months ago
StoryAll Alone In A Crowded Room forest_for_ever27 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Cusp (edited) luigi_pagano167 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Value of the Gift Rhiannonw177 years 3 months ago
StoryMesopotamia Philip Sidney167 years 3 months ago
StoryBefore I Go... forest_for_ever67 years 3 months ago
StoryLess is More (More or Less) luigi_pagano47 years 4 months ago
StoryDrift rosaliekempthorne77 years 4 months ago
StoryHard to Say Goodbye rosaliekempthorne47 years 4 months ago

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My stories

The Face You See

Oft written about. How I sometines present myself and what people actually see may not be as well hidden as I think............
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Route Sixty-Six

Route Sixty-Six is probably the most famous highway in America and also a Bob Dylan album title. It also happens to be the number of books that make up the Bible and this poem is a very brief journey along another route for some.

In a Rush

A lifetime of rushing food and eating 'on the go' has left me wondeiing why, now I am retired do I STILL rush my food.

Dreams of Fish &Chips

As a small child a trip to the Fish & Chip shop was a Saturday night treat I never tired of in the Sixties
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Night Time Stalker

As a child I often awake from a fading nightmare to peer at the shapes barely visible in the gloom. I my first career on the footplate I trundled across North London on lumbering freight trains at all hours of the night. It's truly scary what the mind can see until replaced by the cold light of dawn.

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