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Calling
Five-thirty-two AMShe flew throughDeserted streetsAs bold as GodivaCareless of who knewHer dastardly workSuch shameless brassThe brazen passOf the city cuckoo ~ n.b. I was half asleep when she flew by calling at full volume, ensuring I sat up wide awake, not quite believing my ears. I suppose the late arrival of cuckoos this year has Read more
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on Ukraine
There is a game calledDiplomacy in which theBiggest army wins ~ n.b. Piece by piece, village by village, it seems that Ukraine cannot cover all its bases alone. Into the third year of conflict, where will a line be drawn? Where is the wall that stops Russia? CLP 12/05/2024 Read more
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on strings
Epitome of EnglandA wickermanHollowManipulated by a few in the knowLeading a bemused populaceFrom troubled retailerPast abandonedCharity shopsStreet homelessFast fashionCoffee shops and cafésA building site promising what?The ancient market that inexorably evolves from trading hotspot into a foci for foodie emporiaWhere sourdough bread is sold at soaring pricesJust feet from where the food bankHands out hand Read more
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on horseback
can you imaginehorses brought, bought and sold herefor centuriesnow, no moreno memoryjust the name in the lokethe plaque on the wallwhere cars back-upfrom the junctionby the railway station ~ CLP 09/05/2024 Read more
Journey of Words 