The nightcap

I knew of them one or two of them from stories that I had been told, when my day was quite young and old was a crease in the scrapbook, a piece of the past pasted in. They all become ghosts playing host to the shadows that drip from the sunlight…

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Passing notes

Pretty, yes, a little bit, but laughing like a lunatic, she’s bending all the. rules a bit maybe it’s me that is the lunatic, when I take her home for tea she’ll let me know…

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Circus

Juggling the ‘work, rest and play’ is a struggle, but I can do this, In bed and thinking I’m not drinking coffee that’s piping in the pot ( sounds of music ) look in the mirror not impressed, dressing in the dark odd socks? a good start. There are not enough days in an hour…

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