Scribbles #27

    I forgot, because I’m getting old and it’s getting harder to remember when forgetting is so easy,   where was I? oh yes, those days and I’m not sure anymore which days were the days but for the life of me, I can’t remember why.   So I wander through the landscape to…

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Sugar

    It’s just a programme setting that we’re set in, the scenes can change, the outcome, never…   ..and very clever   Basic.   what if…then.. ? Gosub 50.. that’s the default   language couldn’t be neater sweeter, can’t beat a bit of binary to add the graphics…

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Horseshoe corner and beyond

    The day came in and it was like bowling nine pins, we all went down to the market town, kids on a mission to have some fun.   Fred, the fruit and veg man who had just opened up his stall gave us all a Granny Smith’s, green and sweet and the fish…

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Divisions

    That cop on the beat dim down a dark street,   he’s too much a toratti, although sometimes he’ll pull on you a Marquez, smile and say, hey bud are you okay?   if you gotta meet the cop on the beat he’s the best you can hope for…

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Psalms on account

    Sunday for the churchgoer the sower of the seed I’m at home relaxing with everything I need.   In the flock, there’s always that one who tends to dawdle and to stray, leading poor old shep the sheepdog when it hides, to seek away.   And from the pew religion too, from the…

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