c.d.lee

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Storysimple - or - quite complex c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storysociety crumbling or a good clip round the lug c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storylove life - or - lifes Love c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storyold mans heartbreak - or - hopeful for reuniting c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storylessons in life - or - all a dad can do c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storyrootin tootin - or - veg patch match c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storysuch are the choices - or - what would you do? c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storyhypocritical - or - blah c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storyhow the mighty fall - or - is it just c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storyinconsolable differences - or - now is the time c.d.lee113 years 3 months ago
Storydoodles in the sky - or - my smelly great lump c.d.lee013 years 3 months ago
Storymy mind has gone - or - has yours too c.d.lee216 years 5 months ago
StoryRequiem For a Friend Silver Spun Sand2516 years 8 months ago
Storythe night train out - or - do i really want to leave? c.d.lee417 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand1817 years 2 weeks ago
Storyopen your eyes - or - waste it all c.d.lee517 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfor the last tommy - or - a patch in time c.d.lee217 years 2 weeks ago
Storyhopes light eternal - or - fears into damnation c.d.lee517 years 1 month ago
Storysweet angels - or - is it really so bad c.d.lee517 years 2 months ago
Storyinevitable - or - preventable c.d.lee217 years 2 months ago

My stories

how the mighty fall - or - is it just

a crisp new 20 pence piece, rolls to my grasp, thrown by a disgruntled passenger, alighting the carriage on platform 22, disgusted by my dismembered look, yet sickened by their guilt,
Cherry

the night train out - or - do i really want to leave?

sitting in a seedy railway cafe, a tacky red flashing neon sign hangs, drawing people in from a grey world, at this moment its only purpose, is to draw my mind from its track,

doodles in the sky - or - my smelly great lump

doodle was my dog smelly shaggy great mut didnt run round in circles he had no pattern to his motion if he were a drawing he would be a doodle my dads finely tended marigolds

what is perfect - or - do you need to ask

what is a perfect day? does it start with a stretch and a kiss, maybe end with a red sky night, promising yet another, pleasing to the sight, filled with meetings of chance,

open your eyes - or - waste it all

sleep well, sleep deep, sleep well, for now your time is yours, enjoy the early morning mist, soak in the long summer evening, taste all on the menu, suck every life experience dry,

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