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  • Bruv luv

    Bruv luv

    it’s mine, That’s mine.  That’s mine, Give it back.  That’s mine. Muuuum! It’s mine! All the time.  All the time. 

  • Unit

    Unit

    when you’re at school A unit is a single thing A pEg, a ball, a box. Then When you grow It does too To two As you do Or you did. Now, who knows… Unit isn’t us It’s them And theirs They care. Not you.

  • Richter scales

    Richter scales

    I feel like a property developer, I have so may blogs. So many houses within which to live and write and paint. And I like it that way, I need space, I know that now. So, I’m keeping this blog – I reread this post tonight and it has reminded me why I started all…

  • Rescue

    Rescue

    My eyes are declining My body a mess I stumble and stutter So much I confess But recently I find I can and do fly I glide and I swoop And I don’t even try I’m freed of that weight The Marley chain drag I don’t have that effort I have no white flag If…

  • Il pleut

    Il pleut

    How much rain can fall in a night? If it pours down Will we be washed Up? As flood levels rise And we rub our tired eyes Will ducks paddle past our tea cups? Is Noah our hero to yearn for An action man armed with an oar Will brollies and gumboots be top of…