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Allowing Letting Go
Don't waver – observe the beat, monitor and feel sounds that cleanse motivation; stimulating action as hours – minutes – seconds swamp minds with...
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Hope Revisited
The found couple sat on a bench, holding hands. It was a July English estuary seafront and they were amongst screeching children, feral dogs and the...
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Looking Forwards - 1974

The last in a trilogy of years that shaped the very fabric of my life to date....I made the mistake of not proof reading before I posted. The orginal made perfect sense at 4 a.m.
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Give Them The Money. Part One.

Over Christmas and the New year, the lady that helps us out with Mum, was off as she had planned, so it was up to us kids to look after our Mum who...
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PROFILE

Frank and I were introduced at a party in Argentina, where we both had been living for some months. He was English and I was Canadian, but we were...
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The Price Of Eggs

People keep sneaking in my hen house and stealing my eggs. If they were standing on a cliff, I'd push them over the edge. Because the price of eggs...
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Unexpected Birth Of A Poem
I sit here...wind and rain hard biting at my window, yet never allowing stirrings to take shape; with mind like those tangled weeds that have nowhere...
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Eyes Upon The Prize
Eyes Upon The Prize By Paul McCann The school of life is full of lessons that we need to learn The journey is a long road with blind spots at every...
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The Speech Writer
Everyday Pearl would walk past the statue in town's square glistning a dark obsidian with crystal clear water elegantly pouring out. Pearl hated that...
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Momma Knows
Gid in the house boy & leave yer muddy boots on the porch- Then come quick & bring me a tall glass of water- git cracking boy ‘cause my...
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The Eyes of A Cloud

Once upon a time, there was a cloud. He was alone in an unknown land. He didn't even know how he was born. He did not know when he came there. But...
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Part 2 of the Union: 1973

Sadly, I have had to put an age restriction on this part of my diaries, but it was essential for the purposes of continuity and relevance to my journey; one that was fast gathering pace. The fragmented reference to 'Union' is a homage to tthe Strawbs and the song 'Part Of the Union' which was popular at the time.
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Habits

Good evening, your highness. How is your sleep now in winter? When leafless walnut trees show their smooth gray bark, Effectively when all the trees...
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Aleph

To be old and white And not ashamed to walk in the rain with a black umbrella, To be obviously painted in white Like an old-fashioned mill, So white...
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Warchild (part 2 of 2)

This is part 2 of this story, read part 1 here --- For the following two days his mum does not go to work. She tells Keavie she is staying home to...
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Warchild (part 1 of 2)

It is almost dawn, the garden a low orange from the weak spring sun. Keavie tiptoes over the piles of wet leaves smeared across the paving slabs, the...
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Flight Path

We took flight together - left the others stranded.
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The Year Harold Wilson "Saved My Ass"

This Wiki commons image might be a little too controversial for ABC (?)
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Elysium
Chapter one - Hearthstead Before even gaining full consciousness and opening my eyes I can tell that it is early, there is no sound of movement, no...
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