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My stories

Quality of Life

Quality of Life I love every moment I'm alive In the car I suck a mint and dance to a good song. The just rained on air freshly laundered School run cars are loaded with book bags, dogs, and homework

On Your Wedding Day

On Your Wedding Day Darling I'll run your bath swirl in Crabtree and Evelyn Wisteria or Evelyn Rose bring you tea and then champagne manage the little ones keep them busy do up buttons I'll deal with inlaws

Halloween

Halloween Swathe me in crimson I'll pretend a devilish costume horn my head and carry a fork. Drape me in black and mask me up I'll mock an old woman, collect some sweets haunt the neighbours with an urgent bell
Cherry

Mist Wraiths

Mist Wraiths At night clouds escape the bonds of wind whose magnetic charm and white gloved hand kept them dancing in rosy shoes twirled in silver grey and mauve tulle skirts and lacy stoles flying cirrus

Mean

Your Mother was buried on Sept the 11th Not thank God billowed into other peoples lungs her ash combed out through metal shards No your Mother was buried calmly a poem read by Grandchild a Vicars speech on faith delivered warmly

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