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Unstruck
hark,
listen to the silence
that sits
between two notes
calling
an unbrushed string ..
within
itself, a masterp..
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Perfect By Chance
Until there was a we, there were far too
many coincidences,
for us to have become perfect
by chance ..
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The Ache and The Pull of It
To
be honest and fair,
I
imagine,
I
probably feel much
the
same way
as
any other old fella
migh..
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Portrait of A Wild Garden
I
wasted so much of spring
thinking
about
starting
work on the garden,
before
I knew it ..
Between
t..
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just think about it awhile
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Not to be confused by the most amazing novel with the same title, penned by none other, than our own R.J Askew here in the café
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I hope I am wrong again .. I know I was once
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A World That Was
There
was a time once, when it all
seemed
to fit ..
When
the machine did what
it
was told
and there was none..
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Back When Jessie Had a Thing About Handbags
Jessie
used to use between
eight
and ten bags almost
every day
for two whole years ..
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tip for today .. write it down quick, before its forgot and then you lose it 🤍
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