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Death in Grenoble
My next door neighbour died this morning This has made me very sad My boyfriend is helping me through this painful period As he assures me that I have another one on the next floor
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The Tenth Winter Olympic Games
The tenth Olympic Winter Games Were held in Grenoble in 1968 I did not attend any of the events As I was not born until 1976
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Wearing Gloves in Grenoble
I often wear gloves in Grenoble As it can be very cold During the winter months During the summer months I do not wear gloves And can often be found in a bikini
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Dead Angles in Grenoble
I am waiting for my friend at the railway station He is running late and I am on my second cup of coffee I am allergic to coffee but at least it keeps me awake As I am disposed to sleep especially in strangers beds But there are no such dangers today as I am […]
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Wet Dreams
It has been raining for over a month now Everything is saturated I am tired of the rain and have taken to the waters With Trudi Rose For the last few days We have been sailing on a swollen river But now I am becalmed Deep in the tropics With only my raft for company […]
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Bleak Aunt
Why am I so influenced by my bleak aunt It is not for me to care about her But I do care greatly about her welfare As she is quite alone With only her cats for company She treats me with a icy contempt Blaming me for all the ills that surround her But that […]
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The Transparency of Time Travel
It is only when you sleep soundly That you can fully appreciate The transparency of time travel I have slept a great deal recently And have travelled far Without leaving this room
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The Brusio Viaduct
The valley is full of shadows now Only the upper slopes retain the sun I spend most of my days Watching the trains pass by This brings me a great pleasure As I convalesce in my upper room When I am better I will explore the area As its beauty takes my breath away Yesterday […]
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First Name Trudi
I found myself lost in a complex of dingy tunnels Which were poorly lit and somewhat threatening They had once been part of large urban canal system And the lame and rusting signs often betrayed their use I had stolen a small raft when I realised that I was lost And was using a pair […]
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Aunt Bet’s Poem
If you can walk with Kings And not lose the common touch Then you are Gillian If you can keep your head held high Whilst everybody is losing theirs Then you are Gillian Happy Birthday my dear niece I know that you will turn out To be a fine young woman That […]
