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Once I stood in some ruins. Here stones marked graves. Here primroses bloomed. It was slightly misty. Up on a hill there stood a sombre old Oak tree. Following down the slope of the hill. Five stumps of old trees that had died.. Tree. This is the tree, it stands far on a hill It is formed, like this... Sign in to see full entry.

Fancy You stand within that smoky cloud I raise a glass to you a little pigeon plump and proud I wonder do you coo? Is it worth the while to wink? or try to make you smile There really isn’t time to think if this could be worth while. At least if one is after game and sees a little fawn all one... Sign in to see full entry.

Does any kind person know how to keep the text from creeping into the left of the page. I have had to type this directly onto the page. Explorer 4 Years I feel thistles, nettles, fingers red Grass cut my hand and so it bled Black grass flicked stain upon my fists Prickly seeds scratch at my wrists.... Sign in to see full entry.

Pie. This tea was as good as it would get. I thought of dumplings; swallowed the pie. The tea was normal sweet and wet. She smacked my hand but let me try to sprinkle sugar when I saw the little dumplings pink and round. I just began to feel unsure. Was I supposed to praise the shape or nibble... Sign in to see full entry.

In Stolen one must steal from old dreams. and old dreamers so I make no apology for the a archaic words, to enter Stolen needs the permission of the residential owner. This was given rather recklessly although with good intent. One must never divulge the mystical owner, well unless you pay Blogit... Sign in to see full entry.

The Amateur Theatre Players Are In Town I knew that she was supposed to be Eve because she was standing almost naked beneath my apple tree. There was as if to prove my theory a grass snake in the wheelbarrow. I don’t think they are obtainable in the local supermarket ‘a fig leaf.’ Of course she did... Sign in to see full entry.

Stolen 3 I should not go there but you said I could go I walk down the path and follow the glow So proud stands the she-mist to whom I must speak Stars in her eyes and pink on each cheek. Such flimsy attire. This has risen through shawls A mounding and pounding of warm waterfalls It is really awful... Sign in to see full entry.

Musing. I should never have been here in the first place. It is cottons and ribbons and needles and lace. It did say no entry, or reap what you sow I am so full of beans, I thought they might grow. Has anyone told you? Am I the first one? Whisper they have and it won’t be much fun However I look... Sign in to see full entry.

. Stolen 2 Do you take me? I am threads be as this wish demands And you would make me. So how other can I be? My lips stitched to your throat, your carefree hands pull on the fibres almost carelessly. Through this down that floats and once was blown so innocently through minds that did not seek much... Sign in to see full entry.

7 This way. There must be a few bucketfuls of latent energy splashing around in the twilight zone. Perhaps a kindred comedian might see the value in something that has grown respectable. Surely now it will tickle the imagination if it is redistributed to a new audience. Blasé innuendos that did not... Sign in to see full entry.