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post 8 on Monday 26th February 2007 at 23:59

Who Am I?

I am the Queen of Random
The girl of no form
A limitless shapeshifter
I'll be great when I'm there
I am an unsharpened pencil
If only I could stick at things
But I want to be turned in the right direction

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post 20 on Wednesday 18th April 2007 at 00:00

The Beach

It was Redcar beach, really glassy mists scud polished beach
devoured by the muted sea
a little dulled was evenings bleach
and gave an air of mystery
The End :)

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post 23 on Monday 23rd April 2007 at 16:36

Life In Slaggy

Dorman Long, last seen chucking out effluent from a chimney near you...Betwixt hell and high water
Is a town named South Bank
Can’t count on a local
Whose outlook is rank
Bum blatant he may
With no job to fill
Spending all day
In William Hill
On Fridays comes market
And the yokels will shout
"Get us some bait"
From "Eat Your Heart's's Out"

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post 33 on Sunday 20th May 2007 at 21:51

Cloud Gazing

Preston ParkStare at the clouds
Let slip like a glove
Share your bad feelings
With puffed air above
And also with someone
Someone you love
Rains comes tomorrow
Today there is sun
Who’d have known cloud gazing
Could be so much fun?

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post 36 on Friday 15th June 2007 at 12:31

Design? No Accident

Robert FrostDesign
by Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

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