Tea time in Tooting

Cheeses and quince, but sadly no mince, the owl and the pussycat saw to that. Lear, the poet, not the jet was as good as they get…

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all will be well

cross my fingers hope to fly before my heart stops, and I wonder why some birds have wings but prefer to walk? nothing to say and yet you talk must be something in the water. If I catch the dawn before it can break would you take me to your heart or sit there in…

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Pekingese twins

Some days are Sundays play days pray days, I stay away from the latter days the saints do not approve. Anyway I’m trying to move my right arm the one with a touch of cramp, I had a touch of that in my right foot and an itch behind my ear which might be the age…

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The Lear

in a roundabout boat on a roundabout sea about to get around to becoming a new me, where the commonplace is rare and the air is so clear I can see almost forever when forever is near, rocking to and fro to the yonder where I go on a roundabout sea roundaboutly slow…

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