Ghosts of stars

The space between here and there, the no man’s land of anywhere different, any spare change Guv’nor? which we mostly ignore, fearing the wolves at the door we lock ourselves in and close the curtains only then are we certain we’re safe, but like in so many dreams when everything seems tickety boo, I know…

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Appearances

It might be seasonal, but he’s a professional comes from the Arsenal and begs from us one and all. I see him daily outside the Old Bailey, asking for nuggets where wisdom is short on supply, the wigs do him justice, but why? In the evenings he’s down at the boozer I wonder should I…

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Idling speed

Does it ever occur to you that fate’s got it in for you and whatever you do you can’t win? What fate has in mind for me I’ll just have to wait and see. I am kind to old people, beggars, tramps dogs that piss up lamp posts and just about everyone I know also…

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City sights

‘Spare some change, can you spare a copper or two for a tea, can you? the streets are full the beggars with their operas pull the punters in. They’ll wear away the pavements if they stay much longer. these are the new age living monuments to the times in which we live and so we…

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