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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