The Seagull
The Seagull At my age, little to say of all that is yet to come but tell instead of things …
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The last true hobo If you looked too closely at him you could imagine him giving you the Evil Eye. …
There never were…
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HOOKED ON POETRY For lovers of Poetry An evening of poetry come along and read, recite or simply listen Bring your own work …
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HE THOUGHT THE NIGHT WAS JUST BEGINNING
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The Azores High, Spoken Version
In this lovely Summer time to re-present a sunny weather poem,The Azores High, a spoken version
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The Azores High Here is the latest weather forecast: A large area of high pressure remains settled from south of …
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