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Short Histories of Utopia
My friend called me at three forty five He invited me to the Summer Solstice Which was taking place in the Low Marshes
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Summer
The weather is very hot at present Which is more than rather nice Especially if one is near the sea My phone melted yesterday It was silver with a black trim
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Silent Histories of Utopia
You will find me seeking shells On the black and grey sands They are quite easy to find Due to their milky appearance
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Low Catsiro
The night was still There was no air The moon was dal-inrto I was unable to sleep
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Silly Boy Learns English
Silly Boy had always thought that the word commando Had originated from the Afrikaans word kommando Which referred to a temporary military unit Used by the friendly Boers in South Africa But he soon found that it had another meaning As he looked up Caron Jane’s summer dress in a pet shop She was totally […]
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Silly Boy in Love
For a number of years I loved my Beautiful Betty Blue But she became mad and left me before the final credits So I asked Caron Jane from Accounts to join me for a swim This proved to be difficult as we loved deep in the countryside There is never an answer only a problem […]
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Summer Dreams
I was deep in a most comfortable dream Swimming light reflected in the beautiful sea You were on the wide sandy beach reading With our cerise parasol caressing the breeze And then it happened I heard a crack as our bed After many years of erotic service collapsed and died I was no longer swimming […]
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Russian Movie
A few years ago I popped into London As my Silver Surfer magazine had arrived Storms had been forecast for the day And as I walked along Oxford Street The summer skies broke violently So I sought shelter in a nearby cinema An obscure Russian movie was being shown It was set deep in the […]
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Bloomsday
Today is June the Seventeenth Yesterday was Bloomsday I did not celebrate this day As I was sick in bed Normally you serve me breakfast On June the Sixteenth at exactly six am Wearing your long linen nightdress Which used to belong to your grandmother You would then lift the hem of this historic garment […]
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Les couleurs du diable
About a week go I began writing another pulp novel I rented out a room on a partially disused railway station Hoping to work without too many obvious interruptions But everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong As I soon picked up a virus which has unpleasant flu like symptoms I had written […]