Parson Thru

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StoryThe Light Parson Thru213 years 8 months ago
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StorySpare me Parson Thru313 years 8 months ago
StoryLast light Steve Button1813 years 8 months ago
StoryX Leaves A Flower - entered for the Margaret Reid Competition! maisie1113 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Thief Parson Thru413 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2913 years 8 months ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...413 years 8 months ago
StoryFrom a dream Parson Thru813 years 8 months ago

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Pocket-money

My mother reminds me that when I was very young I gave all my pocket-money to a man who'd been given an accordion instead of legs Forty years on I have to wonder why I still care

The tomb of the unknown poet

The Wealthy have never been so rich screams the Sunday Telegraph from Monday’s stinking ditch

On! On!

Foo-Man, 22, blew out smoke shook his match looked me in the eye and said:

Drop-dead gorgeous

What if I’ve had my day? …it’s finished? …I'm done? No more notes to play? …no other song to be sung? …my race is already run? Pure, empty …silence

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