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My stories

Swimming

A speedy speed poem to get me writing. About my experience of the swimming pool.

Neck back

I am wearing the old green dressing gown you gave to me for sleeping. I can't forget the bribe I took to get it. 'Tip your neck back love, drink some more' What you didnt know, is that my heart was already a gristly dead bulb,
Cherry

Rachel, I bought a new red coat

Enough of boats- now smoking, those boys who kissed us, didn't care that we were only nine. We learnt Cambridge on the back of a bicycle and found it fit us and our red coats. The city, not so silent, let our mother lie,
Cherry

The romance of crime

Walking out I know this is not the end of the matter, I will be hearing from my conscience shortly; that too padded plain navy sofa. Still, the walk home's thrilling, the moon all anglepoised, gets me, dancing.

Things that are early and late

Of course he came too early, I was only just evening my eyesight with the headboard hoping for him to hold out and then, they were born, blinking pink twins as still as a stream as honest as squirrels.

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