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I wake to the sound of a fly's humming. It's the first sound I've heard in God-Knows-How-Many hours. The fly sings her drilling ballad as she dances e..
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A man stands in the road.
He never has been told;
of the options,
and opportunities,
which are his birthright.
So he stands on the track.
There'..
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I start off here alone,
you and me make two,
maybe three if we decide
to bring a life into;
this world, If you need luck
I'll find you a four lea..
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Another coffee cup by my ash tray,
maybe today's gonna be the day.
I watch the glow of my cigarette
looking for the life that I haven't found yet.
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A very English tale of toilet problems, embarrassment, and humiliation, designed to make the reader laugh, feel sick, but above all else, never forget..
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A short story I came up with, based on a dream I once had.
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