The bargee

On the towpath which is no path for the fainthearted is where it all started, watching the sticklebacks separating fictions from facts making several pacts with myself which in turn turned into chains and chained me to the troubles I went through. Catching the dragonflies making eyes at the jack pike like I knew it…

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Soho squares

It shouldn’t have been there where it was not because it was unsightly which it was it just shouldn’t have been the old lady who looked like she came from Cricklewood gave it a good kick thin fabric, thick lady. The tent and we’ll call it that for convenience was an inconvenience to everyone and…

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