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Small Measure of FreedomA Poem by EdaThe image of my late grandfather floating on top of the ocean for what seemed like an hour |
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IF HOURS WERE BULLETSA Story by Elise AntonHow are YOU living this hour? |
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BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MADA Story by Elise AntonThe trials and tribulations of a mother and son... |
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BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 2A Story by Elise AntonFollowing on from our Herculean efforts in part 1, we are still knee deep in it. With an added twist too. |
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BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 3A Story by Elise AntonIt ends. No it doesn't. I finally give up. |
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HoursA Poem by LonelyWandererI know every 10pm that sings the lullabies, And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one- And midnight struck for good disciplines,.. |
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ZeroA Poem by Genesis CalvoLoving you 18,542,900,987 Hugging you 18,542,800,987 Kissing you 17,642,800,957 Feeling you 15,939,168,435 Trying 11,938,574,482 Caring 5,9.. |
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ReflectionsA Poem by G.W. Saitreuxsteal this poem |
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NecrosisA Poem by RechercheNecrosis is my latest work consisting currently of LVII poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour thro.. |
Thursday's ChildA Story by Jostein KasseTitch was a year older than myself. We were together in primary school at Jerry Clay Lane, Junior and Infants, in Wrenthorpe village.I remember that I.. |
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Holy ThursdayA Story by Jostein KasseAfter six months in room number seven Marshway Hostel which was run by English Churches Housing Group I was provided with a flat to rent on their gro.. |
Blue LinesA Story by Jostein KasseJuliet entered the hallway of Marshway House hostel. I could see her through the windows of the TV lounge where I was sitting with two girls from Fe.. |
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The WithinA Poem by Recherchewe were from darkness, thrive in darkness and end in such |
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Neuro-RealityA Chapter by Jostein KasseBefore Bob appeared from nowhere as I walked out of the Riding's centre I was doing just fine, I was doing alright.It was 2003 and in the background.. |
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If A Red Squirrel Could SpeakA Chapter by Jostein KasseDavid Bowie's ethos can be summarised in a child's game; "I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal".He sings, "I was living like a kin.. |
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More than it shouldA Poem by Ishwar GrewalWhen you are overwhelmed with the emotion of love. |
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Several Thoughts on Magic Days.A Poem by Ken Simm.As above so below. |