Stuart Miller-Osborne

I always use white Or pale materials When making dresses As I am not keen on black

Do you realise that If you had not invited Unwanted guests Into your house Then your favourite vase Would have not been broken

It is it really is an art school With exhibits dotted around the town From the High Leas to the Harbour Arm A brightly coloured house floats in the harbour And Yoko Ono can be found overlooking the sea Being an architect I question The Whistling Apartments Lonely against the drama of the waves High […]

Junefuc was right Anybody could have Written the script There are traitors Amongst us These are our declining years

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Time passes so slowly In the corn fields That face my cottage Why these perfumed words L’été de Julie

I can sing My voice Is my best feature I am often compared To a nightingale

Josie You say that you are confused There is no reason to be confused As I knew that what is happening Might easily happen given the right conditions I have chatted to mummy about this As she understands so much about us both Both from a Christian angle and a personal one For a number […]

This is an unusual theatre The sun is plunging Wildly through the clouds The yellow grasses Are fading slowly With the afternoon Honest Day

A frw weeka ago I btoke my leg playing footnall It was the same leg again but in a didderent place I am a heaily drigged person at present Siiting in my cottage Which is adjacent to the Hastings/Aashford/Hastings line The odd train rumbles paast but the area is quite silent Geographically Winchelsea is located […]