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  • thesauraus (aka: aka)

    thesauraus (aka: aka)

    I cried today. it wasn’t bad nor was it good But I wasn’t sad. i was tired, bone weary, dipped, inert. exhausted, plain sleepy, wrung out, not alert. sonambulant, just dozy, fatigued and clapped out knackered and frazzled, my brain had checked out. if Inuit have zillions of words to mean ‘snow’ i wonder how…

  • She shoots she misses

    She shoots she misses

    i wrote a poem this week It was pretty good, if I should speak So, about my work. But I lost my notes Forgot my lines It’s gone I fear You’ll never hear My couplets, puns and rhymes aplenty I’m tell you, there were over twenty. So, no, today I start once more And try…

  • Nest (A present for La)

    Nest (A present for La)

    I went to the shop and I bought two birds  Partridges.   They will have a nest. Made for warmth, comfort and love. The nest will be the finest, the softest, the best  and eggs will hatch happily here  and chicks will chirp and probably burp But that we like that. A big noisy family in…

  • 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.