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StoryBlack Friday Philip Sidney149 years 1 month ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 4 ) skinner_jennifer179 years 2 months ago
StoryAm I Lucky (2) ? forest_for_ever19 years 2 months ago
StoryAm I lucky ? forest_for_ever09 years 2 months ago
CollectionSuffer Not The Little Ones forest_for_ever09 years 2 months ago
StoryRocking Rocking forest_for_ever29 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Face I Want You To See forest_for_ever09 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Image Of The Christ Child forest_for_ever49 years 2 months ago
StoryCO-OPERATIVE BEAR Linda Wigzell Cress139 years 6 months ago
StoryPilgrimage Parson Thru89 years 8 months ago
StoryHe put a new song in my mouth Rhiannonw69 years 9 months ago
StoryThree lines love poem Basket case49 years 9 months ago
StoryPrimordial Swamp forest_for_ever29 years 10 months ago
StoryAttic Portal forest_for_ever39 years 10 months ago
StoryDO DOGS DREAM? jay214339 years 10 months ago
StoryI couldn't ask, you wouldn't say. Basket case79 years 10 months ago
StorySapphire Skies Riss Ryker59 years 11 months ago
StorySorry Susan forest_for_ever19 years 11 months ago
StoryLanguage Always Changing forest_for_ever29 years 12 months ago
StorySpiraling Love a10286669 years 12 months ago
StoryLazy Bloody Teachers london_calling7959 years 12 months ago
Story25 Years After DeYaKen69 years 12 months ago
StoryDirectors Notes forest_for_ever29 years 12 months ago
StorySaving face alexandra.u.scott49 years 12 months ago
StoryDream Weaver Riss Ryker69 years 12 months ago

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My stories

A Spiritual Scrooge Takes Stock

Charles Dickens was writing about me, he just didn't know it.
Cherry

Granny Glue

I lost a dear friend in September this year. His wonderful wife stuck with him through thick and thin. Hence 'Granny Glue' This poem is a tribute to a fantastic wife, grandmother and friend.
Gold cherry

Dear Adam & Eve

Imagine how shocked Adam & Eve would be at today...

What Do You See?

In the last week we cleared my mother in law's house. This is the biographical account of her favourite room and her favourite chair. I pray the reader will forgive a little self-indulgent nostalgia.

Spinning

This poem merges the endless rotation of our planet with one or two of the 'spins' upon which some depend.

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