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SOMETHING SILLY

Who invented the word walkie talkie ?
If I said it was me I'd be telling you a porkie
Got me...

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BEHEADED

What makes a man behead another man ?
Surely this can't be in God's life plan
In Paris this...

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Answers

Answers

maybe making myself bleed would take my pain,
maybe leaving this world behind would be the answer,...

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Sir David Attenborough ?

Sir David Attenborough ?

Sir David Attenborough is a wonderful man
He is a credit for his generation
His excellent...

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Demon of darkness ?

Demon of darkness ?

Amidst the twilight of eventide
there can be no niche to hole up or hide
By hook or by crook...

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"Ponder"

the picturesque sequence of autumnal splendour, sequences of seasons with closed eyes. Yet the stature of...

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~ Apollo ~

~ Apollo ~

" All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology...

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MY 8 CENTURY POEM

THOU HITHER AND THITHER
FOR THE RING AND RAN YON
I CAME HITHER TO TELL YOU
THOU FOUND...

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Twisting road

The walk along the road,
Full of twists and turns,
Woods on either side,
Around the...

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A cruise into darkness

A cruise into darkness

A cruise into darkness.

Pilrig Street seems endless.

A house swallows the next one,
...

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No More Unrelated Sex

No More Unrelated Sex

Due to pandemic, there is no more sex between
households, only in the same bubble if you're keen;...

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Poisonings

He arose main and roar
prideful prowl
able to scour the rock
stalk it back, fourth....

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What is wrong?

What is wrong?

There are hammers in my head banging a bong, not a sleepy, soulful, slumber song..and my stomache is...

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Tantric Engine Stalls on...

Yesterdays Gods Today & Other Newspaper Riddles

Extra ! Extra ! Read all about it...

What if Brahman gave it's all;
Can the non-living...

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The old weeping willow tree ?

The old weeping willow tree ?

Shadows shade a silence tho the silence is not still, forever at the beck and call of Mother nature’s will...

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Hold on

Hold on

I do not build myself up,
I tear myself down,
I wonder why,
I can’t ever be proud....

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Sorting

Sort it out before it beheads.

Come to grips before they attack.
Get it together before they...