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Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Oldies

As it comes. I hold my plastic bag and spend prime time shopping. Perhaps I fish for sympathy, I have imagined ills. I study a cake with cherries and a glazed topping. Would it encourage stomach ache mixed with my pills? Slowly I walk the lines of colorful prepared meals, musing over strange... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 4, 2024

Unmade. You were among roses but nothing works. Bread crumbles: a sentence is passed. Sheets of paper cannot be wrapped around odd feelings. One wonders is it good to be a survivor. Performing acts that bend the fatal spear? It hangs as soft as intestines. So it is to wander skin-deep searching for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 28, 2024

Colours Would that I could tear myself from these thoughts and so resist cool dark eyes that come by stealth Whispers 'see what you have missed.' Nothing here one can replace No freckles, one knows they have gone. No beating heart, no soft flushed face. only these eyes to look upon. Perhaps it is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 23, 2024

Noman Oldies I don't know what to do today But I will do it anyway. Its possible well one supposes Perhaps I could try self hypnosis. I'll try to slim to get good health It will done by using stealth. I will miss breakfast, stirring up my milk sops in my old cracked cup. I'11 give up mushrooms fried... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2024

18/07/10 e. Ostrich. Life has become difficult; I know it is my fault I have consulted the oracle and wait for the report. I just wish I felt a little more stable one minute I feel like a drink. The next minute I am under the table. There is a young lady called Mavis. Who I might describe as the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 7, 2024

Withering

Well now what can we do? I know that you who look at the Moon will recognise this deary tune. As I blow my trumpet I hope that a strumpet will stagger across and retrieve my heart from my sleeve, as it makes a faint tick and wisely make it pretty quick.. Had to get rid of my treadmill today A... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Patience PPPPPP Pauline proposed she was as pink as a rose. Peter declined to reply. Perhaps he was shy? Perhaps he owed money? He did wear smart clothes. Pressed to the door,, he then wondered why. Petting, he thought well she was a good friend. Possibly Pauline was pulling a fast one. Peter’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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Just a brain test

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Sunday, May 19, 2024

This has to be quick, just a tick not a tock. I am straining these words like we did with a sock It was making white cheese when the milk had gone sour. Of course not a sock. It was as meant to hold flour A bag made of linen quite clean in a way. I don't know if milk would still make it today. Of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 9, 2024

No I am not in clover

No I am not in clover I accidently fell over Every time I hit a key It is a form of agony. Fortunately being tough I am writing this on the cuff Fortunately I wear pads Hips can crack on young lads. I was told by my Grandmother No use saying it's such a bother There is always the unforbidden road... Sign in to see full entry.

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