C.C.

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Thursday, March 4, 2021

I have to tell Marian the White Witch we all know that the Goblins have the old banned glue. I have collapsed outside her door.’Hello! Bless my soul, it’s Colin, breathing very hard. You must have some news that are urgent? Have a glass of nectar wine and rest awhile Then tell me about this new... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Merc and Grime sat in their grimy cave ‘I wish you would put a door on our home.’ Merc said.’ Do you think I am your slave Grime muttered, he was stirring a pot of foam. Come and help me stir this smelly glue once more’. Once we have trapped those cottagers And that pesky dog we can just take their... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 1, 2021

Hello We do have two rough goblins near. By the name of Merc and Grime. That is why I have the dog for fear they will invade my patch in time. Hello I’m Colin In don’t suppose many dogs speak or understand something’s Well I am rather superior; I don’t have a wet nose But I can decipher the roguish... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 26, 2021

Continued Fairies I doffed my hat and said G’de Day. Its elfin speak and in a way I hope she would just carry on And I could just enjoy my day. But no! she curtsied and her smile. was like a spell. I thought awhile. Of course, I asked, and wondered why?. Far worse, kind Sir was her reply. It seemed... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Fairies I knew she was a fairy because her tiny wings were the colours of the Rainbow She held two little ones on strings She wondered of course where she could go I could see her problem was unsolved Perhaps I should have carried on. An elf should never get involved. Well it would have ended here I... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Personal. I would like to withdraw from your contemplating glance. Do not try to look interested, my hope has often risen on the merest whim It is like a pigeon’s chest, inflated, always cooing for a favourable chance. It would be wise to remember my shifty ways and my lack of reasoning. In the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 11, 2021

2010 SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing one can face the elements and walk into... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 8, 2021

Bad news for Gnome owners. A casual survey by my superior has revealed That some Gnome owners have concealed their charges throughout the winter time. I am afraid this is now regarded as a crime. It has been stipulated that gnomes must be kept visible and dusted daily, so naturally gnome owners may... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Candied. I thought that you were sweet within, your glistening sugary silky skin. All still remained as if to claim, you were a peach by any name. When you were moist and softly held once the flesh had gently swelled and the sun had fired the seed and warmed the hand that did the deed, there must... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Subject Matter. Let me try and think what you look like to me You will probably say, ‘A normal person.’ Probably, but I am trying to look at your psyche. I see nuances, but I would like to search for the real version. If I am honest I see a low form of hostility; no more. It has not finished all the... Sign in to see full entry.

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