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spider town
I saved a spider in a paper cup. It spidered away with the cup I caught a spider with a soup pot It spidered away with the pot I cornered a spider in...
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Ferme
A tree of meaning grows bark Leans to-and-fro Week by week something new Light shifting through Lopped off words Out on a limb Life keeps tripping...
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Peachy pictures
Told to sort through my things. You were funny, born nearer to the Sex Pistols with their purple Mohican hairdos, their zips and spits and fuck you,...
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CAPABILITY FOR WORK
Medical training costs one million To produce the right kind of thumb Upside down –you are all right son Shave a billionth of our tax penury Arbeit...
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how to be stupid
Reading is the engine of writing. Tune up. Breathe in the perfume of words and phrases. Become familiar with ignorance. Recognise it in yourself...
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the god paradox. Man can be
Posted on Wed, 17 May 2017
the god paradox. Man can be searching for something. I've no answers
Read full commentPosted in A Different Kind of Prayer (Part 2)
Fathers are a strange breed.
Posted on Mon, 01 May 2017
Fathers are a strange breed. I didn't know mine either, even though he was nominally there when my mum brought us up. I take after my father, of course.
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aye, as an old baldy, I
Posted on Sat, 18 Mar 2017
aye, as an old baldy, I sympathise. No next time!
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nicely done.
Posted on Fri, 10 Mar 2017
nicely done.
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a trumpet for a brother, a
Posted on Sun, 26 Feb 2017
a trumpet for a brother, a trumpet for a sister, my guess is your guess, is that the broom that sweeps may, indeed, sweep us all away.
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I know lots of stories about
Posted on Fri, 24 Feb 2017
I know lots of stories about drinking and drunks, some funny, some sad, some funny and sad at the same time. How do we reach honesty? That's a different story, and one which I'm not quite sure how it ends. I think you've had a good crack at here...
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if you don't know if it's
Posted on Mon, 23 Jan 2017
if you don't know if it's fact or fiction, then that's a good measure. Not that it matters. We're all fictional creations. Life catches us all. Death, last and forever.
Read full commentPosted in Dave Swakeley is Dying
two storey. (American
Posted on Sat, 11 Feb 2017
two storey. (American spelling story). Giro? seems more British than Russian. I guess there's no hyphen in bar top. You don't need top anyway. Bar is sufficient. There's a jump between Putin drinknig and leaving that is muddled. 'Turning on old...
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She aimed a finger at my head
Posted on Wed, 08 Feb 2017
She aimed a finger at my head, and slowly moved it forward until it rested on the gateway of my cursed recession. ' Descriptively, you know what you mean and I know what you mean after I read on, but maybe recession as a lead into baldness is...
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cheers Elsie, I guess the
Posted on Mon, 23 Jan 2017
cheers Elsie, I guess the house is like many others in which the man is king, the wive loyal servant, told what to think and what to do.
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