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They’re coming from somewhere and going to somewhere and I’m in the middle of nowhere, but that’s fine by me, it’s just a something and nothing to get upset about. It’d be raining and that’s why I am slightly off centre, there’s a dent in the circle the world’s gone awry I’m dry though thanks…

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Just so

The Summer slinks slyly away and I sink into an Autumn brown tell me then why am I blue? I never know about next year fearing as I do that it may not arrive so I dive under my duvet sinking silently praying fervently hoping God will hear me…

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A case of…

When something’s itching at you from somewhere deep inside you and the need to know just what it is is the need that just defied you. It’s there and I will find it ( I played Cluedo as a kid ) but the pen that opens up the word for you to read the mildly…

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That Sunday

Wake yawn stretch, I should have taught Fido to fetch the coffee. Sunday, limber up to hunker down to sing those praises and him in the crown on the cross, is, they say the boss. Well it’s a grey day like someone who painted by numbers couldn’t count beyond the rainbow, she wants more tea,…

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The crash dummy

Tightening your belt fighting austerity banging on the doors of those in authority, easier to blow a safe (and I am aware that blowing a safe could be construed as being sexual) but if you’re thinking that way you deserve to be locked up. In confession he gave me absolution, told me to steer well…

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Men only just

So, you wanna live longer have erections that are harder and stronger? well they have pills for it all now ones to make you smile ones to make you go that extra mile ones for peace and ones for quiet and pink ones when you want to diet. I don’t wanna live that long or…

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Reality trip

When you’re asleep and you’re dreaming and she says, coffee? and you say, with cream in and then you wake and it plays out like the dream she says, coffee and you say with cream. something very strange is going on. and then you’re listening to her talk with your two eyes up there hanging…

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Joy

Friday and I’m free a whole weekend for things to do and places to be, for people to meet and sights to see it’s Friday and I’m free yippee…

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Where darkness creeps in

Gold leaf mausoleums majesty’s museums I see them in my dre ams but the monsters in my head don’t belong in them because they’re alive and kicking ticking over as they say…

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Pied pipers

I remember him, the overnight sensation took twenty seven years for his dreams to come to fruition, what was his name? They erected statues to him in every city centre still can’t remember his name and now, there are new kids on the rock piping dreams we see them the young men rushing to get…

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The games we play

Guessing is my forte at sixty three and I guess if I’m wrong in my guessing no one really cares, which is just a guess nevertheless I do try to guess correctly, do correct me if you think my guess is wrong…

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Last seen heading South

the time that’s gone the clock ticks on the dreams switch off at ten, I was there when and can’t remember how or even why, come to think of it maybe it wasn’t me. that’s a relief, but the clock still ticks and the time’s still gone. I was never mostly almost sometimes, at times…

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The pattern cutter

The thought is I think the link and each thought that we think adds to each link and each link to another to our sisters and brothers uniting us all. The square route of everything is anything that makes something bearable and we are durable, aren’t we? Do you think you’re alone? do you think…

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Wtf #54

Dismissing a wrong, with a right that’s wrong is wrong, right? Don’t worry it’s been a long night, no longer than last night but long enough, alright? I’m just playing with crayons watching the day on its last legs waiting for sunset colouring the alphabet making a nuisance of myself…

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Wishbones

Perhaps it’s a mistake maybe if I go to sleep and reawake it won’t be Monday…

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Squeak

…and the multitudes went on their separate ways, that was in the really real olden days because back then separate was not frowned upon. I opened a tin of evaporated milk, it was empty! and I wondered if that proved Schroedinger’s equation, which in the thought proved it did not. I think I am over…

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Warming up for Sunday

What is left are the echoes rebounding in the scaffolding, in the crumbling of monuments, in the taking of the sacraments and they are ringing out Hosanna in my ears. advancing years? and that could be so, but the years make no advances unto me. I may be lost amongst the sages chiselling words out…

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38% charging

” the faster time goes, the faster it slows” (from silent gardens) written in haste as most things are which never got me as far as it should have done. it’s the internal clock the shock as time passes. But we are aware, aren’t we? or am I just asking the question of me? Getting…

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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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Best of friends

Ted’ is sat on the bed, I think there must be straw in his head and he might have cloth ears too anyway he’s watching me with his glass marble eyes I wait, but he’s got nothing to say, at times like these times everyone needs a Ted’, someone who’ll listen and pass no remarks…

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