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Older Than Water… #Poetry
Older Than Water I fancy life through another’s eyes Something stirs in me older than water I need to find my place in the universe Be it Earth or some other galaxy I need a body; a newborn will do My parents need not be rich or fancy I have my magic, let the fun…
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Silent Sunday… Stormy Weather…
Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay How has the weather been in your neck of the woods? I wonder why they call it filthy weather when all hell breaks loose and the rain pours down? After yesterday’s torrential downpour, we must be pretty clean by now… we were promised some colossal thunderstorms, but as usual, they have missed…
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All Wrapped up…
The dust has finally settled, but not before I managed to put most of the layers of packaging back on the unwanted couch in time for the collection on Saturday. Now, I am good at puzzles, so I thought this job wouldn’t be too difficult. How wrong can I be? That was a rhetorical question,…
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And the Story goes on…
After a frustrating morning waiting for the new couch to arrive, it turned up at 1.45. We crossed our fingers and held our breath as they approached the front door. This was the first hurdle. One that has failed before, as some couches refuse to be shoved through a narrow doorway. It sailed through the…
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Memories… #Poetry
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Older Than Water… #Poetry
Older Than Water I fancy life through another’s eyes Something stirs in me older than water I need to find my place in the universe Be it Earth or some other galaxy I need a body; a newborn will do My parents need not be rich or fancy I have my magic, let the fun…
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Silent Sunday… Stormy Weather…
Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay How has the weather been in your neck of the woods? I wonder why they call it filthy weather when all hell breaks loose and the rain pours down? After yesterday’s torrential downpour, we must be pretty clean by now… we were promised some colossal thunderstorms, but as usual, they have missed…
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All Wrapped up…
The dust has finally settled, but not before I managed to put most of the layers of packaging back on the unwanted couch in time for the collection on Saturday. Now, I am good at puzzles, so I thought this job wouldn’t be too difficult. How wrong can I be? That was a rhetorical question,…
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And the Story goes on…
After a frustrating morning waiting for the new couch to arrive, it turned up at 1.45. We crossed our fingers and held our breath as they approached the front door. This was the first hurdle. One that has failed before, as some couches refuse to be shoved through a narrow doorway. It sailed through the…
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Memories… #Poetry
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 