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Night Angler
Has this bird learnedCarpark night lightsAre a boon to fishers?Hence moonlit return to perchWhich is also a fresh water fishAlthough Wensum waterIs possibly too freshIf you get my drift~ CLP 14/10/2024 →
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on Ukraine
Half of all spent is spent on warTaxes, privatisation, national assets soldUkraine is beggared beyond beliefWhat price victory?What cost peace?~ CLP 11/10/2024 →
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on the wall
The North StandUp these steps, here we goTo see the lights, the pitchOur team in blueWe are the Blue Army of Portsmouth FCThe Pompey Chimes our famous tuneWhen I sit in the North StandI think of my Grandad, my parents, my familyThis is our teamWe stand together and never give upPlay up Pompey! Pompey play →
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on Ukraine
Nothing much reportedAs media awash with stormsTerrestrial and solarGaining strengthGreater attentionLebanon and Gaza drowned by dramaOf extreme weatherBent trees, colossal waves breakingon Florida shoresWhen a million and moreAre forced by hail of munitionsTo retreat north and eastFrom the IDFMeanwhile Ukraine still fightsFor its lifeOn the Russian hook~ CLP 10/10/2024 →
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on luck
There is no such thing as Lucky SocksOr shirt, or shoes or underwearI tried some new ones Wednesday nightBut Pompey sunk without a fightTo lose six-one was a shock to meSo are those socks now cursed Unlucky?There’s not such a thing, I’m pretty sureSo, they’re unwashed and are worn once moreFor the vital match todayWhen →
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on time
I was chatting to an old man todayHe said he remembers workingAround Covent Garden and Neal’s YardIt must have been forty years agoQuite a while, I agreedAs I walked on my wayI realised, I was there then tooGoodness he looked quite oldI haven’t checked in with my mirror yet~ CLP 04/10/2024 →
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on luck
People use the phraseSliding doors momentWhat is that about?Is it a Ships in the night thing?Or better than that?At least you can put a foot in the way of a sliding doorI supposeYes, act before it’s too lateDon’t miss the busMake sure the stable door is firmly shutWhile the horse is in its stallChomping at →