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StoryLeather Apron caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryPsychotta caribou_012 years 7 months ago
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StoryThe Sandwich Monster caribou_112 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Hog In Armour caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryOde To Red Wine caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryOde To Lager caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryLust, Fist-Fights and British Seaside Resorts caribou_312 years 7 months ago
StoryOne Too Many caribou_112 years 7 months ago
StoryK caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryJam Jar caribou_012 years 7 months ago
StoryJoe caribou_312 years 7 months ago
StoryEye Test caribou_212 years 7 months ago
StoryOvis Aries caribou_313 years 7 months ago
StoryOut of Sight, Out of Mind caribou_414 years 1 month ago
StoryI Won't Grow Up caribou_615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Murmur Moses74215 years 6 months ago
StoryLife in the old sea dog yet. Moses74415 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Bridge End Gardens

They met Under the non-existent beady eye Of a headless stork In ornamental gardens At midnight Perfect hedges shrouded them And he tried not to think About the wedding ring That lay quietly
Cherry

An Antelope With Issues

There is no romance in you Just cold hard truths No risks or dares or promises Just box-ticking stories let loose There is no taking a leap with you No gushing message, no midnight wink

Eye Test

When Mr Chin Leaned in And frowned Flashed his White light Told me To look right Then left Then into the corner Read those letters Behind me He said I looked Past his head

Jam Jar

You took my lid off Peered in Poured in A little bit of you. All day, clouds and sky and birds Passed over my lidless head Like a boiled egg With its top discarded, in the bin.

Leather Apron

As plain as his name above the door And the burst capillaries in his cheeks Waldren was the landlord And he still made a profit most weeks. He polished the bar each morning

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