Tag: romance
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Regrets
The Grobelys and the Wobbletobes How sweetly they do sing But my lobes are clothly, dear So I don’t hear a thing. The Flabberdoes in chorus do Proclaim the buds of spring But my bloobs have cloudy gone So I can’t see it pring. I wish I were a scroteish lad An’ I were […]
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The Coming of Winter
A watery sun set about clearing the glaze of night-time snow, turning tiny icicles along the gutter edges into teardrops, sending little runnels of melt-water through the virgin white into hidden gutters and tinkling drains. By noon it might have been a spring day, for any trace there was of the early chill had gone, […]
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Remnant from the ranks of the still-born…
I suppose if I had known her father…… I never met him – socially, I mean. I saw him once, in the later days, standing on a corner in that soup kitchen of a town with the shiftless look of a vagrant, kicking at the pavement with worn-out boots as though he was waiting impatiently […]
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