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My stories

My Second Tweet (140 Characters NOT "In Search of an Author")

With the herd HOOVE heard from Stephen, I have joined this mad stampede, Hoarse but horseless,I'm remorseless, Shoeless,"Shoo!"ing Ganymede.

Wel I know now...

Well I know now Where the frost-web window went How the bankrupt solstice spent What the widowed winter leant And as the Night devours The seeds of soiled flowers

Idiom(Auto(m)(K)((n)(ot) Autumn)atic 0001

"Least said, soonest mended," Like the day when I pretended To be MUTE, to end dispute And silence institute

Poppy Sings : "Lord, I'm numb,"

Poppy sings for Olwen 'cause she begs her to Busk the husk of dusk 'til Dawn Opium O-O paean She's the heroin(e) Of the laud in 'em 11 November 1995

Papa, Won't Ya Gimme a Lift ?

They saw Jesus in a call-box, groanin' Didn't know who it was He was phonin' Magdalene was prescient 'bout her stonin' Said it was the FLYER who was moanin'

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