Analysis

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‘Hooray to the Housewife’

‘Hooray to the Housewife’

Having many irons in the fire with never enough hours in the day, this is a housewife’s work load come...

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An Abominable Yeti

An Abominable Yeti

He has the hairiest face that I have ever seen....the last time that he shaved was when he was eighteen,...

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Our usual Sunday evening....

Our usual Sunday evening....

A Sunday night sat infront of the goggle box all cozied up wearing my pyjamas & wooly socks... ‘...

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Alfresco ploughman’s lunch

Alfresco ploughman’s lunch

I’ve shopped till I dropped.... spent an arm & leg on food, I know it will be worth it....our get...

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Our ‘Head trip pipe dream’

Our ‘Head trip pipe dream’

Separating the subtle fine line between fact or fiction is a magical mystery, a realisation betwixt my...

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Jesus unfriended me

Jesus unfriended me

I believe
Jesus
Has
Unfriended
Me
As I
Feel
As though...

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ANN TWERP

This little tale is about a lady named Ann Twerp
Belgian beer she just loved to drink and slurp...

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Friday 13th ?

Friday 13th ?

Uh uh tis Friday thirteenth tomorrow just take care where you are going.. as your out there God know’s...

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DON'T BREAK MY EARTH

Don't break my earth whatever you do
I love it so dearly that much is true
The sights and...

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A Recognisable Tick.Tock⏰

A Recognisable Tick.Tock⏰

As each second of every minute advances on a clock I hear the constant throbbing beat... a recognisable...

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Hurricane Eddy

Hurricane Eddy

It’s the calm before the storm
eeriness chills the eventide
There’s not a creature left in...

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An exclusive ‘A la carte’

An exclusive ‘A la carte’

I love people’s personalities
with so many different traits,
each individual is so unique...

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Isn’t time ironic

Isn’t time ironic

I wrote a ditty about the speed of time when we are enjoying fun, but what about the slow motion of...

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Memory houses soul asylum...

Memory houses soul asylum vestige...

where complex edifice once anchoring
venerated Glen Elm demesne once stood,
now nothing...

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St Bede

St Bede

To Bede indeed
we owe a debt
that time and tide
will not forget.

(As written...

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Twas the first of September

Twas the first of September

Twas a chilly morning on September the first tho one seldom questioned why
thirty one long days of...

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Grumble

Is it good to have a deep grumble . All the things pissing you off . Is it wise to take it all in stride ....