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On Numbers 7
Of the mortal sins I must confess to them all No apologies ~ n.b. I am wholly culpable. I made those choices. I live with the consequences. ~ CLP 26/10/2020 →
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On Numbers 1
Tonight we will see One o’clock twice then Two too Could be the last time ~ n.b. In the EU the shifting of clocks back an hour in autumn and forward in winter was going to end in 2021 following an agreement between national parliaments. Who knows what will happen in the UK? The Conservative →
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On Numbers 22
Out the door with you! You know it makes sense to go home and drink alone. ~ n.b. …where no one can hear you scream. Tonight I was advised that I could not sit at a pub terrace because of the weather. I could see the setting Moon in a mostly clear sky. A beautiful →
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On Numbers 530
It doesn’t matter how many yards it is there if it’s the wrong way ~ n.b. The old English game of twisting signposts around, or even removing them in case any odd foreign types think of invading, continues. I think some of us are beginning to realise that the reason these islands have not been →
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On Numbers 2
Is this what you get When splitting one evenly Or what becomes one? ~ Factors or products? You choose. CLP 20/10/2020 →
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On Numbers 5
Leaves, starfish, fingers Five is a magic number One of the many. ~ Odd isn’t it, five? Or should we count the stalk, the wrist, the foot? Then it’s six and even. ~ CLP 19/10/2020 →
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On Wilful Ignorance
Without symptoms Does not mean without virus Don’t think otherwise ~ n.b. Familiarity breeds contempt – sometimes phrased as “loosening inhibitions.” Consent for any form of physical contact is not just a courtesy. A show of affection may be the kiss of death. No excuses. There may not be a second chance. ~ CLP 18/10/2020 →
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On the Surface vi
Talk flows naturally Everything seems as it should. What’s been left unsaid? ~ n.b. Is life too short to cover everything one needs to talk about? ~ CLP 17/10/2020 →
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From the Street
Slurred songs echo up Drinking woman sits on path Where will her night end? ~ n.b. It’s only just turned 20:00h on a Saturday evening. It’s cold, damp, dark. She pauses her songs occasionally to bait a passer by. ~ CLP 17/10/2020 →
Journey of Words 