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StoryStruggling mark p46 years 9 months ago

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The Lost House

The Lost House was an aged tenement building which loomed above a street with no name in a dilapidated area of the city. The elders of the drinking...

1978

In the washed out pre-shrunk days of seventy eight Just after punk before we got drunk and learned to smoke On the cusp our teenage minds not yet corrupt Floyd full volume

The Plagiarist

I plucked a fern from Dylan's hill, cut the 'H' from Ginsberg's 'Howl', nicked some lines from R McGough, regurgitated them wholesale. I robbed a phrase from Mr Hughes,

Friend Reunited?

Early morning halflight I look for clues scour halfread books listen for whispers in favourite music tangible riffs tangled in memory. I look for clues hints of mindset

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