Mark Heathcote

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StoryCot death Mark Heathcote110 years 10 months ago
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StoryChoirs in the night wake me Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryCheckmate! Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryCharge him with a pirate infraction… Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryCemetery walks… Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryCatching moths and butterflies together! Mark Heathcote210 years 10 months ago
StoryCarte blanche… Mark Heathcote210 years 10 months ago
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StoryCan I bask in the meadow? Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
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StoryBy the river of contemplation Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
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StoryBut wasn’t it just purest blue… Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryBut it wasn’t my chivalry you were after… Mark Heathcote110 years 10 months ago
StoryBut here today when love is true Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
StoryBubble gum pavements Mark Heathcote710 years 10 months ago
StoryBlue and white flower zeniths… Mark Heathcote010 years 10 months ago
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My stories

The colours of the sunrise

Some say her eyes are blue Others that they are green Another said they’re brown

Every flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee

Every flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee And each time I look at these flowers I’m glad I’m so glad not to be as lonely as a bee!

The cog

So, the world is always out of focus In its Ferris wheel of strangeness It locates to the nearest cog deftly.

“Uncertainty”

The newly, betrothed Wanted only, to sit with me. So there must be alarm bells Of real, “uncertainty”, Ringing… inside needlessly. I’m not your agent nor am I

Says the singer - before you…

Your voice is underdeveloped It won’t grow an atom- More! …Bigger! But what use is this famed, futility, Matched to order… “Oh you feed the greedy, crowd …

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