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Bus Station Memoirs
The chairs of jellyfish Shared chocolate In the flower shop By the café They chatted away Without any fuss for many hours As I finished My lunar coffee I watched them swim away In the general direction Of the clover fields It was then That I saw my opportunity To steal their flowers […]
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Sophie Gray
As the summer dust deepens the dry green grasses will turn yellow and I will weave the most complicated of patterns into your wide exposed heart
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Sophia Perovskaia
In meadows under parasols your sisters will not notice the leaf as it falls from a tree and stops history for a moment these areas are beyond invasion
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Lonely Rural Hearts
Station senior but young in spirit wants to meet likeminded either main or branch line I like travel and seeing new places own house river frontage with views to open fields local pub does great ale happy to send photo am I your dream destination ? all replies Box 158
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Lazarus At Dawn
The man who walked In the chalk mist Was promised freedom But he knew What lay behind It’s cold eternity
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Edith
Edith plays cards with sailors on the Rio Negro she is losing but does not care as her collection of butterflies are preparing a kaleidoscope in her cabin she reads frequently and shares her book as she sleeps with unknown readers these are her descendants who will travel and play cards with sailors on the […]
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Paralysis
The golden field harboured a grudge against its transient colour I knew nothing of this infection
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Jackson 925
He seeks the God particle In the vending machine But finds only coffee In his ship of despair (No confirmation required)
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Hid en Poem
in nat re there is no ensorship so why in a dem cy do we censo wor and s this is a for concern in nature ere is no censorship so why in a democracy censor words nd ima es this is a cause for con n in nature there is no censorship why in […]
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Harriot’s Journey
I can see you on the roads that vanish into trees and from beneath we will travel into the change estates of your great colour which have seasoned my skies of eternal eloquence. Taken from the memorial of John and Harriot Russell in Marlborough Wiltshire