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StoryWalk Away In Love mcscraic24 years 8 months ago
Storybird flown away Coolhermit34 years 8 months ago
StorySnowstorm Richard L. Prov...64 years 8 months ago
Storythe unspeakable grief of a mother cleansing her son’s spilt blood Coolhermit34 years 8 months ago
StoryEquinox at Frank Seago’s Coolhermit44 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen The Golden Light Of Love Comes Shining Through mcscraic44 years 8 months ago
Storymy Camden girl (a 1973 romance) Coolhermit44 years 8 months ago
Storydemob happy Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
StoryI only have eyes for you Coolhermit24 years 9 months ago
Storya day out with Aoife (1968) Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storysomething beautiful Coolhermit24 years 9 months ago
Storywallflowers Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storytwinned towers Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storyvodkablivion Coolhermit24 years 9 months ago
Storycrossing Holderness by bus Coolhermit24 years 9 months ago
Storypilgrimage Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
StoryChuck Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storythe artist Coolhermit24 years 9 months ago
Storyin Nepal (June 1971) Coolhermit64 years 9 months ago
Storystill life Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storyto Saffron Coolhermit14 years 9 months ago
Storycoming of age in Oxford Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago
Storyhello goodbye Coolhermit34 years 9 months ago
StoryLiving On The Street mcscraic44 years 9 months ago
Storychatting with Saoirse Coolhermit04 years 9 months ago

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poetry can be fatal

I planned to read some stuff in Scunthorpe the venue is a good one and some of the women have caught the eye of this grey-head wannabe. I packed...

old time religion

old time religion my Nottingham church of the Pentecostal persuasion decreed a season of prayer and fasting for a miracle healing to the legs of one...
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posh bird stalker

posh bird stalker Phoebe stood in the wings of every gig clapping, whooping, loved my shtick seemed she could not get enough of this cockney ‘bit of...
Cherry

for whom this bell tolls

for whom this bell tolls I had gone to the pub for last orders, a nd to stock up on t oilet paper an old bloke picking over ashtrays looked in need...
Cherry

what the thunder says

what the thunder says weary of wine and cheese and washing sherry, I quit my job and headed west and further west till settling in Dunquin, on the...

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