On yonder hill

She wasn’t old enough for time to have folded stuff like lines and wrinkles on her face, pain had not marked her brow and heartache seemed somehow far away on that Summers day, and it still is that yesterday where children play and mothers watch like brooding hens somewhere…

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The truth is

You sign up to Linkedin because you like to poke your nose in to other people’s business. I’m in Linkedin, I clocked in got locked in and now I’m thinking of how to get out…

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When you dream of Dickens

They’ll soon move him on, yes dearie. the beggar that bothers you will shortly be gone, and I’m going back beyond the workhouse doors down by the dockside down on the Southside mixing with the whores some are flower girls some are sour girls some are past the eleventh hour girls some give steaming mugs…

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