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StoryTo Michael Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryLovely Man Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySuper Man Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryTo Grand Dad Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryParis II Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySammy Davis Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryPrincess Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Last War Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySnow Amazon112 years 8 months ago
StorySanta in dialogue Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryLack of Communication Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Other Side Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySt.Lucia Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe White Room Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryPhoto Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySnogging II Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryStuff Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryRomance Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Chatter Box Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe end of Berlin Amazon112 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Grim Reaper II Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StorySilent Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryTattoo Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryOne Amazing Encounter Amazon012 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Late Aunty Amazon012 years 8 months ago

My stories

Moon Walk

Marvellous, the slither of Michael’s foot steps, Ogle the choreography, One step grows into a terrific skate of hip hop thundering, Now Jackson spins and lands on his toes, Wowwwwwwwwwwwww,

The King of Pop is Dead

Tears stun me, Hush the nightmare is about to unfold, Royalty pop star suddenly gone, If only – no pills or needles taken, Loyal fans leave tributes and sweet teddy bears,

Adolf's New Home

As he leaned towards me I realised that it was The Fuhrer, "Do you still live at The Berghoff"? I whisper. One tap of his bony finger on my nose and I collapsed into giggles,

Adolf II

Adored by a sinking Fatherland, Drums and thousands of Hitler Youth once lined flower streets, One by one he lost his jewels, Lying outside his bombed bunker,

Muse

Half of a poem, As if this flesh never materialised, Is it about saving this messy planet? Kennedy would say something grand, Underneath I agonise that this piece is too bland.

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