Autobiography

When I was cold I used to sneak
to your scarf box. I’d comb your collection,
select something that matched me
and then wrap it around my brass neck.

I would think of the Nepalese goat

Yesterday had gone in a blink of the eye; no-one could deny nor defy the passing of time from birth through to dust in allotted years.

20 years since the party

"Oi!" Said the bush. "Get yer bloody hair cut."

Dee believed, as she continued to write her true story down, that thousands of people would continue to pocket beautiful memories about their treasured days at nearby Wicksteeds Park.

Most people do not believe in Ghost until they have met one. The first Ghost I saw was when I was about 9 years old. I was at church at Saint Martin of Tours, (Bethpage, N.Y) with my family.

It's the obligatory feeling sorry for one's self piece. It will be garbage and it won't be read. Never mind.

I don't like them... possibly more black magic...

When faced with a problem, make a cup of tea.

It shocked me to hear,
Though it came as no suprise
And at Christmas, what a statement!
How very you.

I reckon ten years had passed
Since we last saw each other

"You should be told if they're is a court case," Phyliss informed her quickly. "Surely?"

I used to work in a shoe shop: no I didn’t. Can you imagine me working in a shoe shop?

You did the best with the guts
within your thin frame
into the fire of Juvenile Court

We met at a normal conventional Bible study I was a visitor. I was treated well by the young people and felt welcome. Mary-Anne was apparently more of a guest speaker.

Consider me your cripple
Consider me your drunk
Consider me that pretty piece
Of yourself that you used upder me your drunk

Don't stop me.

[*Ki.r]
Plunging, crunching through the deep, crisp snow –
what fun, but, oh, so slow!
then up the hill we go
(the sky a-mist with floating drift),
but when we reach the steeper bit

I rode my bike
Like any six-year old
Young and so carfree
Sometimes we know of dangers
But alas, we let them be

A trip to Hong Kong, where I meet a typhoon and a short bed!

Or it's a ghost...