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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Just wondering

Just wondering I wonder where people go when they leave Do they have a few tricks up their sleeve. Are they disappointed not to be simply discovered as we all are? Is this a phase from which they have recovered? Once when I was small I stood in a house and heard the world as it sounds when spinning,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Miss Wolfy

Miss Wolfy looks for work. I wanted a gal who would be a pal and could wrestle in the mud. I lost my arm on the old Croc farm and a couple of pints of blood. So I posted a note by Billy the goat that we use as kind of decoy. Along she came the sort of dame that would as soon as melt in your eye. She... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 6, 2010

Loved you.

Loved you Once I loved you I know not for what reason I made you from impressions and the subtle flow of sweet spring air it must have been the season and little things that I will never know. Maybe I thought of warmth a simple touch Or even lilies floating on your chest Pools of gentle warmth would... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Autumn better late than never.

Autumn Autumn coming; we shall soon be slumming through miserable dead leaves; who sees this as a pleasant diversion from verdant plant growth, plays games with browns and greys. If green Wellingtons please and water runs down gutters stirring thoughts and music occurs. you must be immune to damp... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Dreary days

Aunty Ethel I hate the crisp white frost that turns bright flowers brown and shrivels leaves I hate the smoky fire that burns and every one who still believes. It really is time to express a cheerful smile when we meet although it is a time of stress and the pavements on the street are wet and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 3, 2010

Fetching the morning paper. There was a little pigeon calling. His heart seemed big, but just the same as mine, his eyes no brighter, on a usual morning, neither outstanding nor particularly fine. No little warning that would make me toe the line. I did wonder as the day began to form. Shuffling... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 2, 2010

A hard query

Can you help. Who can I ask, I have this problem I would really like your advice Although I really want you to use your own view it would be nice to listen to a really fresh viewpoint and not to rely on biased thought Everyone thinks differently so probably each retort will probably hide some... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A present for Jane

A present for Jane. Time was wasted; it was spent, pondering over the event. The problem was how to surprise, with something cool or otherwise. Something that might look expensive and was unique and comprehensive. Something that would be desired when the sell by date expired. The moment came it was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

One time

One time In that gridlock when my aspirations were unwise and I chanced to look too often into those dark eyes. I made my future tearing at the roots of life, I knew it would be the end of starry nights and you. I see it now, how simple to unfold life’s pattern the road one believed one could not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 29, 2010

We Are.

We are. Perhaps we are moving to a purpose that is resolved Where each joins smoothly and although all may be one, it will feel no different. We shall be clothed fully by the glow that awards perfection. Not as figures drawn from the imagination, not elongated or compressed or as mortal dust. But... Sign in to see full entry.

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