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for all those hounded by the blackest of dogs ..

this was so yesterday

Forsaken I swear they once moved like cats and each was then golden .. But only one of them purred .. Oh’ my very d..

Time to Call Time At the very same time the words for a poem I may now never write came to me last night .. I thought I f..

you can beat an egg & a drum .. but you just can't beat a decent forage .. & I aint talkin Nigel's neither ..

like I have said before, some words speak for themselves ..

She Loved Him Because .. She loved him because he wrote and he spoke of such little things .. Those, that might have othe..

At Seventeen or Thereabouts The second time, or thereabouts we met .. I was mightily impressed with the way that she looked, t..

Lemon Lined Streets I just thought you might like to know, I still find riding through all these narrow cobbled streets, ea..