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The end
will be
decided
by men
wearing
grey
suits
If age is
just a number
I want
number one.
Lick a
lick a
stick a
stamp,
my friend
flicka.
About 50 years ago my cousin Ed was known as flicka as he could stamp a book of 500 bingo tickets in less than 90 seconds... he disappeared when he was about 16 and has never been heard of since'
Vintage?

I am almost
English Heritage
almost
but not quite.
Awake
I take
stock
of my situation
and
move on
Deport them?
then what?

Support them and
they've got
hope.
If you have to
count it,
it's not worth
it.
Sirens call and
I shall fall
into their deep
embrace.
Atrophy,

a trophy
I carry
to remind
me
of yesterday.
Woven in through
the strands
different colours
by
many hands.
This could be it all
or absolutely nothing
at all.
Life
coloured in
with
indelible ink
makes
a lasting impression.
Poetry until the end
and the end
is surely
poetry.
...and thus to sink,
ripples are
I think
quite beautiful.
War's the cause
of many a
young man's
untimely
death?
..and I don't forget the many, many young women either.
#10word fact
If you are
not an
ocean
do not
make
waves.
sometimes I fall
into the dark side
of her eyes.
The river's running dry,
bury your heads in
the sand.
It was Friday last week too,
looks like
an
epidemic.
love is
fifty carats
of
sunshine
shining
in
your eyes.
If we knew
what was
going on

we'd get off.
I heard they found
a planet
just like ours.

Shame.
It's only a
burglar,
I wanted it
to be
Batman.
She practises perfect
until I no longer
detect
a flaw.
We went everywhere
together
and got nowhere,

life goes on.
99% of household germs
do not ******
care,
1%
do.
Advertising is krap, keep buying what they offer and what do you become?
It's a virtual
reality
which is
good enough
for me.
Boat people,
barely afloat people
do not
forget about them.
Kaye and
Belafonte
doing things
their
way, back
in '65
The Trumpet Voluntary
or the Last Post,
makes
me
full
.
I was awakened
only yesterday
and suddenly
I got old.
Boxing day
is being boxed away
until Boxing day
2016
If life is so cheap
why
doesn't everybody
get one?
Eyes
twinkled
like a million stars
a
million years ago
The cobwebs hide
from
Miss Havisham,
she dines alone
tonight.
She
made me
do it
I liked
it
she
knew.
Ten word
poetry
is just
me
being
very
very
lazy.
It did not snow
and
I did not go
skiing.
Rock bottom,
not  a
good place
for a
vacation home.
Remember
that coping strategy
you gave me?

it doesn't work.
All that I
need
is all that
she
feeds me.
We close eyes
when we kiss
to
feel our
heartbeats.
We too stand
in the
queue  
waiting
for the
End.
If it is
not yet
broken
give it a
kick.
Snow,
what do you know,
it is nearly
Christmas,
though.
In retrospect
I see
the
defect was
there
all along.
Sometimes
I stay sober
to get over
those other
times.
The last flight and
the blue light
extinguishes
the flame.
She tosses her hair
casually,
it falls into place
perfectly.
One day
we'll all be released
back into the wild.
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