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As I drive down the hill,
the reservoir comes into view.
Today the surface is a silvery mirror
over ice cold water,
favoured by the moon at ni..
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Best friends at Christmas
we'd meet at the Half Way House
but not anymore
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I didn't hear the helicopter in the nightmy wife didand she heard voicesI was late coming downstairsin my speckled maroon pyjamasfrom an M & S out..
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My two dogs sit cosily next to me,their eyes fixed on The Irishman. Itseems I have a soul but they don't.I start to wonderat which gradation in our Ma..
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When I was a child, I made a cannon out of a lipstick tube mounted on a wooden carriage, stuffed it with gunpowderfrom a penny banger and fired a v..
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There are some
who get excited
when they hear
a bird on a bough
in the evening,
singing a song
dinosaur cousins
did a dance to,
composed aeons..
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There are somewho say birdshave memories,that some flyacross the worldto sit out wintersomewhere warm,then they rememberthe way back home.They say bir..
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Slam!Off to work, the young coupleleave the wall-to-wall niceness in charge.Goodbye, for now,to the essential pictures in the hall,with its past of ot..
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T'was a bitter chill morntwixt fall and start o' wint',the last of the icy leaveswere falling clump, clumpon't foul and filthy groundoutside my bijou ..
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T'was a fbitter chill morn
twixt fall and start o' wint',
the last of the icy leaves
were falling clump, clump
into the leaden bucket wherein
I b..
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