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My stories

Cherry

One Night Stand

Morning after the night before.. a further slight edit 15.1.11

Ciara aged five and a bit

`The moon is like a smile'
Cherry

Stuck on you

This is an edited re-post at my daughter's request as she too is a big Elvis fan and January 8th is his birthday...
Poem of the week

Happy

Have you ever been happy in your life? She asks, and it doesn't take long remembering... the moment, one moment of nothing much - a boy, a girl and a baby in a buggy;
Cherry

My Mother and The Man

He was always there when I got home from school. I would know by the smell of tobacco smoke and the laughing and coughing that it was him in the kitchen with my mother.

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