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Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Robots Oldie

I asked to the doctor if he could make me intellectual. He replied that his pills would be ineffectual. So I had a few pink ones and a bottle of brainwash. He did advise me to get rid of my grey mackintosh. It makes me feel as if I am a lost cause, probably because I have so many flaws. I probably... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 5, 2021

Picked a few loganberries, I don’t think Archie has spotted them yet, I like them better than strawberries. I expect they will be tasty with a mix of Dairy ice cream. We keep pulling the plugs if a storm is imminent. It is annoying to get thunder and lightning and not much rain. On the 19th of this... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Uncle Albert I once knew a lass who told me outright That she wasn’t looking forward to her wedding night. I suppose we were drinking to celebrate a kind of new life for her and her mate. I patted her hand and said do not fret all the lads in this pub have laid down a bet. They do not think it is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Oldies Dolly Girl She was formed from white tissue A red poppy petal made A mouth that was so sweet and true And that would never fade. Small blue flowers lit up her eyes Her tears were morning dew Her mouth began to look surprised. Her love; well that just grew. Her smile was made of all things... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 21, 2021

Feel a bit sleepy today. Oldie Last delivery. Against hot coals, the polished oven glows. The three ladies assume the usual roles. Glancing at each other as the cat sprawls on the best cushion. Outside there are roses beside a small chicken run. Hens endeavour to find a comfortable position; they... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 18, 2021

Prayer. Today I am empty of all thought. I rage in an emptiness, reaching for support into a myriad senses. All ache in tune. Soon I shall not wish to remember These harsh waves of emotion. But today I have wished this time away. There is no sorrow like an old sorrow, where it has run it runs... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Pushing past galaxies one must See all as illusions. Daring to look deeper to feel the vastness while safe on the Earth’s crust How can one describe the silent wonder? It is there with probably nothing we can visualize Hopefully, it is peace I cannot think it can be otherwise. Oldie Among the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 21, 2021

Chit Chat Folk are ringing Archie up they are desperate for his pallet wood for their wood burners. He has to tell them it is too wet to saw the pallets. I suppose folk do not want to buy a full load at this time of the year. Archie said that the law says one must not burn greenwood. I helped him... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 12, 2021

He made little paper cups inside were grains of corn. The pheasants from the grand Estate would roam in the dawn. Yet to be wary of the yearly traditional grand shoot. For which they were bred and the old chap who was astute. They pecked at the corn inside the cones and it became dark for the corn... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 17, 2021

Oldie In the rain • I walk. The striking wet drips here. • Thoughts that swirl as dawn appears. • Drum up my cry. • The images move by. • Glued • into parts to remember. • Flaked and crude. • The drab dark wetness hangs around. • All the grey and gloomy sound. • The whispers of the rain • merge in... Sign in to see full entry.

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