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Monday, August 25, 2014

Old Nursery Rhymes

I told Jimmy that nursery rhyme characters have stupid names. You have to guess the character. Tim Smith Tim Smith sat on a cliff he was an egg you see. He dangled a leg as time was a ticking. Another few hours and he would be chicken. Sadly we all know he must fall We know he must tumble too late... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

- Translated rural We are the educated Groans. We went to the top school. We learned about noses. It was Stockies that drew the most interest. We loved listening to all the news about Stockies In fact it was very interesting and our generation might have the intellect to improve them One highly... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Fancy You stand within this smoky crowd I raise a glass to you a little lady slim and proud can I say how do? Is it the time to give a wink? Or can I make you smile? There really isn't time to think if it could be worth while. At least if one is after game and sees a little fawn all one feels is... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Goodness! It was a gentle day in spring and all the world was offering a chance to do one’s little thing with no one ever worrying. It was then she spoke to me in jest I did not think she would suggest a walk, her arm around my waist it really was not in good taste. I did I think because you see, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Yum yum. There was a young drake just a duck I suppose. Down on his luck as this little rhyme shows. He was always the last to slip into the pond. Too late to just mate with the white duck beyond. Although he had pride and he sailed by her side. And climbed on her back with a quack as he tried. Alas... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Now Shirt-tails' wearily define low resistance And move as a part of blissful thought.. One hears the calculating whisper and takes a stance rubbing against the order of all admirable sport. Where has one been? It was the great deception. Time bites, but one is unaware of tiny nibbles. They... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Now One used to think would we be nodding in the peaceful surroundings With no dreams as all would have been fulfilled with contentment. One supposed we would have lost all wonder, drifting. Nature sings sweetly to the young, we would not have noticed that event Time would have carried our emotions... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Wasting' llll It was conceivable that she was not embarrassed but one wondered her, pinkness swelled provocatively. It was a capture outside the residual emanation of nuances that are acceptable for most occasions. Enclosed in an imaginative near transparent packaging - the warmth was surprising... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Robot. Hello I am a robot please do not display emotion. If you have a spot of cooking oil or suntan lotion please rub my shoulder blades I thought I heard a creak. I feel sub human at the best of times, not that I seek any form of sympathy, I have not been programmed to anything other than apathy.... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

event4 Mystery. Perhaps feeling picky I cannot understand this aura of mystery. It is written in black and white that you are just an ordinary kind of person a spun coin would have given you whiskers. Your hands would have been suitable for screwing a top off a bottle of beer. I wonder what am I... Sign in to see full entry.

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