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A novel painted
I have decided to paint my next novel As I am growing bored Of the everlasting procession of words
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Clotilda
Was sitting on the old stone steps High above the sea in Portofina The von Derp family were enjoying a picnic Apples cheese and fresh bread rolls Attractive confectioneries subtly wrapped But Clotilda chose only chilled lime water As she was deeply in love with her German cousin
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apocalyptic garden
the roses have a less than ideal so do the daises red blue and while in a few years this garden will be a wasteland nothing will grow only the household plants will survive the primroses will not suffer neither will the smooth violets or the liquid buttercups
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Bar Cuba
I do not drink as I dislike drinking Nevertheless Sephine and eye Also visited the Bar Cuba Which was very near Virginia’s seat I had two gin and tonics Which finished me I took Sephine back Hoping that Josie and Cora Would not be in My wish was granted And I was soon holding Sephine […]
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Retro Patterns in Space
Black & Blue is a bar in Richmond I often meet friends there It was the only bar that I have visited That has paintings of coloured wellingtons Hanging on its white washed walls The bar was also the place Where Sephine had given me a copy Of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s lost novel Until August […]
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Code 2: Urine/Faeces. Code 3: Vomit. Code 4: Spillage. Code 5: Broken glass. Code 6: Litter
Only eye I know the secrets Of Code One I came across it totally by accident During my daily commute B scared B very scared Code Seven This is the other hidden code
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South Kentish Town
I became lost with my Baby Blues What a fool I was A simple fool Who was now standing On the platform Of a closed tube station After five years I finally managed to stop a passing train Which was essentially a mirage A blue mirage distinct from the red The platform was thoroughly searched […]
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Flowers of the Valley
I once lived in an area of outstanding flowers Each more beautiful than its neighbour My favourite was the Caron Jane I loved her colour and the perfumes she shared Today is her gentle day which I will celebrate As we stroll through our velvet fields together
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The Gent from Kent
Richard Squires travelled up from Kent Twice a week on alternative days He had a small import/export business Which was a front for his shady dealings Richard did not actually live in Kent But in Sussex in a raised town not far from Rye He actually commuted from Ashford Which helped him as when the […]
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Words that Kill
I have noticed of late That people often refer to words Using the first letter Such as the S word Or the R word Indeed Conrad’s famous novel Was called The N Word of the Narcissus In the USA Which is absolutely absurd So I close with this advice G Word up and F Word […]