Ray Schaufeld

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StoryHave a nice day Parson Thru127 years 6 months ago
StoryLIVERPOOL YaseminB47 years 7 months ago
StoryCaithness PoetonaHill67 years 7 months ago
StorySam PoetonaHill57 years 7 months ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1993) The Lights Below. celticman27 years 7 months ago
Storyfinding peace Di_Hard267 years 7 months ago
StoryWhile I Was Waiting skinner_jennifer107 years 7 months ago
Blog entryVisitor Ray Schaufeld67 years 7 months ago
Blog entryGreat Audition mickleinapickle47 years 7 months ago
StoryBrave Face jennifer47 years 7 months ago
StoryHedgehogs well-wisher37 years 7 months ago
StoryUnclassified - Bulgy Smoking Mum + Spin Cycles I - IV + endpiece Ray Schaufeld87 years 7 months ago
Blog entryIn The Womens' Library - photocopying my work Ray Schaufeld47 years 7 months ago
StoryWalk of Shame Ewan27 years 7 months ago
StoryStrength And Passion Of Women skinner_jennifer127 years 7 months ago
StoryDance of Summer. Ladylily47 years 7 months ago
StorySupervet alexwritings37 years 7 months ago
StoryNow Parson Thru137 years 7 months ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1996) The Casanova Papers celticman27 years 7 months ago
StoryLes Rowse, Philippe and I , final chapter. Ray Schaufeld127 years 7 months ago
StoryDear Mum overthinkingism...107 years 7 months ago
StoryLenin on Loons J. A. Stapleton17 years 7 months ago
StoryThe old folks Parson Thru117 years 7 months ago
StorySchool  (Automatic poem) well-wisher167 years 7 months ago
StoryFebruary low tide Di_Hard197 years 7 months ago

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Primary School Memories

Mixed up little witch sky-high before lunch I hid beneath the cave of wooden desks with metal inkwells in first year juniors. How did Miss Cooper get...

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson, lifelong daughter of Exmouth recently retired from office work. Louts who mock her grey didacticism...

Rosemary's Carriage Clock

They had not let her go early. But at a quarter-to-five, Emma her line manager with her customary in-yer-face niceness and right-girls-I'm-in-charge...

Waiting for the Rain

Rain coming hard So hard Sheeting down heavily Battering waves More upon more upon more Driving down like heartbeats that curve round When reaching...

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