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In my day we didn't need warning labels on everything cos we weren't that bloody stupid.

In the lands that time forgot there lived a king only twelve inches tall. He was a terrible king but made a good ruler.

The leaf that turns is no wheel but a cycle.

When I pulled your string It was shorter than expected But only time knew.

Bumped into consumption the other night I said Boy you’ve put on weight He replied Didn’t you know, Diet and I are no longer together.

Like a ploughman's lunch Several courses to consume No time to digest.

Hungry like a wolf What’s for dinner tonight mum? The world is starving.

Writer’s snow falls on pages empty the vastness of white explored hibernates.

The eye that travels will find what it’s looking for possibly at home.

Dark floors uninhabited shiver footsteps creak over the very spine of its existence allowing the wind of the past travel through the keyhole t..