Lady-Bathsheba

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My stories

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Farewell to my Muse ...

I am now empty I am … Yin without Yang Strawberries without cream Love without hate Simon without Garfunkle For … Late last night I caught my Muse packing his bags I pleaded
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Pops

We buried Pops in his Sunday Best On that wet November morn I stood there in MY Sunday Best Shattered Tattered Torn “Private Viewing” an hour before
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Addiction in Suburbia

I watch Him I watch Him every night He always arrives home an hour before Her Regular as clockwork Not missed a working day yet in the last 6 years Impressive I know By anyone’s standards
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Art is a lie that makes us realise truth...

Strolling along these Spanish streets In old Pollenca Town The buildings are softly whispering A Cacophony Of Sound Infused in bricks and mortar A myriad of doors

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