C.C.

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Friday, June 10, 2011

Memories

Memories Once long ago I remember, and now it is yesterday I was quite small; my mother was taking me to see her sister. It was not far to go but in those days a bus journey away. I remember this pure silk white blouse to me it felt sinister. To make matters worse it was not buttoned up to my neck.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Sorry more Weasels.

Weasel Right said Mr Weasel the little weasels had their first teeth. Mr Weasel was tired of hearing the missus squeaking. Well the little varmints bite look Ronnie these little marks beneath He averted his eyes the last time he looked he had been pleasure seeking. He lined the little weasels up and... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

One in the hand.

Birds Well I never did exclaimed the Gold finch. Come again said the little Chiff-chaff You were referring to that little clinch in the fir tree, I think. Janet Wagtail thought it would be a bit of a laugh, No, no she has had her eye on him for a while Goldie pruned her wing you know what they say,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A sly look into the animal world.

Well it is like this.’ said Mrs Weasel. Mr Weasel puffed on his pipe. It’s always the same he thought They love you and then take a swipe at a poor old chap when he ought to be resting. Mrs Weasel was unzipping her brassiere ‘All you have to do is catch something a nice juicy piglet, now all of you... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Abigail

Abigail If I was as wise as you must be I would never speak so honestly probably I would tell lies And never look into your eyes. I don’t think I would tell this tale Or mention my time with Abigail, Would she, would she, just be a friend? Of course, she would it would depend. She had this simpler... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

This is rehashed

Mind Clearance. Help! Help, it is that new matron; she is sweeping my mind clean. I can smell disinfectant, and hear the constant sound of water. There are large areas of white tiles and a spotless latrine every few metres. She appears to rush around; suddenly she stops and teeters at the edge of... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Diary

THE OLDIE DIARY. How do I want thee.As mortal flesh in flame. Or to keep thee perfect knowing thou will be flawless whereby a better world became. To be touched by thy sweetness in this hour. To feel the softer touch of thy desire. What will this blessed flesh empower? If I move closer to thy heart... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Goodbye I desperately sought access to your turbulent emotion' I felt only the whisper of breath as you withdrew' with a mask that was too perfect. Out here in the sunshine where your heels click seductively I feel that your thoughts move like cold liquid, oiling the progressing outcome of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Floundering

Floundering. Sorry dear, I might be turning into a crocodile It has got to the point where I need something vile to contemplate. I really think it would be more exciting to cuddle up to something less inviting. The problem stems from such a simple fact and here I have to use a little tact. Your skin... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Bucket

I think I will sit on a bucket and meditate I can see a few stars, but they are not at their best.. If only you had a bucket, you could be my soul mate. Although I do not think, you really would be impressed. Perhaps I am too old to keep my stardust and the white lily. That flower floats upon a... Sign in to see full entry.

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