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StorySail away/ A Sofa Lullaby sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
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StoryI dream of dogness sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
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StoryGrandma! sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryI took the pen sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
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StoryIt's lonely at the top sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryIncompatible. Comprende? sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryFastening the seatbelt sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
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StoryForgiven and forgotten sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryFish sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
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StoryUnpacking sarahprowls214 years 1 month ago
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My stories

A Limerick to Dick

By sarahprowls on Mon, 16 Jan 2006

There once was a young man called Dick Whose reflexes were incredibly quick One day he arose So fast that his nose Immediately began to swell In surprise and glee he did shout Just look at the size of my snout
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Ode to a radiator

By sarahprowls on Mon, 16 Jan 2006

My radiator has got the blues When it's not on, (and it should be) It is clammy and cold And feels old Like the rubber carrot That hides limply Behind the marrow In the fridge Hoping no-one will find it
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An island

By sarahprowls on Mon, 16 Jan 2006

A death of dreams A dearth of dreams There is no difference it seems One dies It will become the mother to its' brother Or another familial mechanism Around they go Underground they go And it seems they know their own direction
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Southbank

By sarahprowls on Mon, 16 Jan 2006

Stories wild and false Withering and true alike Tumbling to the stone slabbed ground The trains overhead With their rumbling sound The wind grabs and drops Grabs and drops The wheels spin by And the festoons light
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Bittersweet

By sarahprowls on Mon, 16 Jan 2006

Bittersweet An intense shining delight An amiable exchange To tip a balance Back And forth Until we get it right
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