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StoryStent Kilb501710 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Final Journals of Dr. Peter Lurneman (Journal II) Luke Neima511 years 1 week ago
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StoryMomento Mori MS2011 years 1 month ago
StoryTrains Djymn211 years 3 months ago
StoryDeath and Justice in my Kitchen MS611 years 4 months ago
StoryChasing Rainbows MS711 years 4 months ago
StoryBristol Museum, Fake Terrorist Attacks and JLS. MS711 years 4 months ago
StoryBiological Love MS1011 years 4 months ago
StoryBeware of Dave MS711 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Apology to all Northerners MS1611 years 4 months ago
Collection20 Notches before you.. MS011 years 4 months ago
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CollectionPo Ate Tree MS011 years 4 months ago
Storyrandom celticman911 years 5 months ago
StoryDebbie, you ruined Joy Division for me MS1911 years 5 months ago
StoryCharlotte, you weren't fat and ginger... MS2811 years 5 months ago
StoryAfters for Others ralph011 years 5 months ago
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StoryLocomotive Jack R Lewis811 years 7 months ago
StoryYou need to move on, now .. denni15511 years 7 months ago
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StoryPermanent Wilting Point Jane Hyphen711 years 8 months ago

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Helen, I saw you on TV last night..

Helen, I saw you on TV last night calling yourself Sally talking about high pressure and patchy rain pointing at clouds with a painted Smile that used to brighten my day back then
Poem of the week

Charlotte, you weren't fat and ginger...

Charlotte, you weren’t fat and ginger You were a perfect work of art not some cafeteria wall Beryl cook, but a plump pre-Raphaelite My Flora, Ophelia, or Flaming June, sanguine springs
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Selling Success

What if ambition was a commodity...
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Libby, do you remember our baby?

Libby, do you remember our baby? we called him Huxley out of respect for this stolen Peyote wWe took him home from the Zoo in an old pram quite the family Me and you And our spiky green lad
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Fiona, you fell from a Gypsy Wagon

Fiona, you fell from a gypsy wagon and tumbled into my street where your family stayed uninvited and free for two weeks at Sixteen years of sweetness, you were bereft with shamrock eyes

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