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StoryTea shades011 years 5 months ago
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StoryGrowing Pains shades011 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny shades011 years 5 months ago
StoryInterview shades011 years 5 months ago
StoryHermit shades011 years 5 months ago
StoryGetting a word in shades011 years 5 months ago
StoryFishermen's Sons shades111 years 5 months ago
StoryFruit shades411 years 5 months ago
StoryFauxlebrity shades211 years 5 months ago
StoryThat Treasured Time Silver Spun Sand1811 years 7 months ago
StorySleeping Like a Cow amlee311 years 8 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1811 years 8 months ago
StoryOstara/Eostre/Easter well-wisher111 years 8 months ago
StoryHippopotamus shades311 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat-cha-ma-call shades211 years 10 months ago
StoryTwo Brothers Sailed. shades611 years 10 months ago
StoryJohnny and the Wig lloydj41111 years 10 months ago
StoryNigel the Knight shades212 years 7 hours ago
Story10 Christmas Penguins well-wisher612 years 4 days ago
StoryNot trying to bug you. shades412 years 4 months ago
StoryRosie the Cheese Munching Monster. shades212 years 5 months ago
StoryGingerbread Man shades612 years 6 months ago
StoryToo clever to see (IP) Rhiannonw812 years 7 months ago
StoryVisiting Grandma shades1312 years 7 months ago

My stories

Dislikes.

Revolving doors, Delays on trains, Weekends where it always rains. Bad breath, Bad Luck, Bad backs, The Flu. That piece of gum stuck on my shoe. The yapping dog. That clingy cat.

Hippopotamus

Oh hippopotamus, What a hippopota-fuss, You’re splashing in my fishpond, Now you’re rolling in the dust. Oh hippopota-please Would you hippopota-cease, This aggravates my allergies,

To and Fro

This is the world of to and fro, Where black's the new white, And stop’s the new go, Where day’s the new night, And yes the new no, Where dawn’s become dusk, And high became low.
Cherry

Wishington Green (the flood)

Wishington Green got rained on this winter, The weather exceptionally poor, Mr. Stern who’s the mayor has lived there for years Said he’d not seen it this bad before.

What-cha-ma-call

There’s a man who often walks our street, He’s got chickens legs and two webbed feet, He’s got bees knees and ostrich thighs, With fishes lips and two cats eyes.

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