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StoryTrains Djymn211 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath and Justice in my Kitchen MS612 years 5 days ago
StoryChasing Rainbows MS712 years 5 days ago
StoryBristol Museum, Fake Terrorist Attacks and JLS. MS712 years 5 days ago
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StoryBeware of Dave MS712 years 5 days ago
StoryAn Apology to all Northerners MS1612 years 6 days ago
Collection20 Notches before you.. MS012 years 6 days ago
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CollectionPo Ate Tree MS012 years 6 days ago
Storyrandom celticman912 years 1 month ago
StoryDebbie, you ruined Joy Division for me MS1912 years 1 month ago
StoryCharlotte, you weren't fat and ginger... MS2812 years 1 month ago
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StoryYou need to move on, now .. denni15512 years 2 months ago
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StoryPermanent Wilting Point Jane Hyphen712 years 3 months ago

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Helen, I saw you on TV last night..

Helen, I saw you on TV last night calling yourself Sally talking about high pressure and patchy rain pointing at clouds with a painted Smile that used to brighten my day back then
Poem of the week

Charlotte, you weren't fat and ginger...

Charlotte, you weren’t fat and ginger You were a perfect work of art not some cafeteria wall Beryl cook, but a plump pre-Raphaelite My Flora, Ophelia, or Flaming June, sanguine springs
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Selling Success

What if ambition was a commodity...
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Libby, do you remember our baby?

Libby, do you remember our baby? we called him Huxley out of respect for this stolen Peyote wWe took him home from the Zoo in an old pram quite the family Me and you And our spiky green lad
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Fiona, you fell from a Gypsy Wagon

Fiona, you fell from a gypsy wagon and tumbled into my street where your family stayed uninvited and free for two weeks at Sixteen years of sweetness, you were bereft with shamrock eyes

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