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celerman: My Stroke of Luck
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. My Stroke of Luck. My first day: I buried him. I buried him in the first box that wasn't mine. The alphabetical students obediently. Filled out their family details,. While I tried to impress. I filled in that hole. And my Father,. To catch me at it. Tell me what you think. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Returning to an abandoned village. Hand me Down Dad. I have Heard Rock Talk.
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celerman: Wandering Swallow
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. Cecropis daurica - Lunan Bay, near Montrose. Rehearse the perfect kill. As they did in the beginning. The Red Rumped Swallow. Colour blind as well. Red Rumped red remains. A smear of red. Tell me what you think. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Returning to an abandoned village. Hand me Down Dad. I have Heard Rock Talk. The Difference between Weddings and Funerals. My Stroke of Luck.
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celerman: No Comparison - An Anti Sonnett
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. No Comparison - An Anti Sonnett. Shall I compare you to things I admire? Tie you in bunches of fresh word flowers? Both of us know that they'll wilt and tire,. But still they place you within my powers. To compare you is to control you:. If I say you're eternal summer to me,. It follows that this can only be true. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see. Instead I'll accept your uniqueness.
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celerman: The Woman in the Red Dress
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. The Woman in the Red Dress. Were you listening to me, or were you looking at the woman in the red dress? In the red dress. Tell me what you think. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Returning to an abandoned village. Hand me Down Dad. I have Heard Rock Talk. The Difference between Weddings and Funerals. No Comparison: An Anti-Sonnett. My Stroke of Luck. The Woman in the Red Dress.
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celerman: The Difference between Weddings and Funerals
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. The Difference between Weddings and Funerals. The difference between weddings and funerals is plain. One is a start,. The other an end,. Both playing their part in a well-oiled chain. At a wedding the women will weep, as they should. The men will laugh and drink. They'll all drink at the funeral,. And also they'll cry, but the men would stop if they could. Those who the couple will copy.
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celerman: Two
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. She is slipping back. And she senses a difference. She will make it harder for me. Then she'll have no one to forgive. Now she's two wants. She has two hates. She gives to keep me. She joins her lover. And she neglects me. She will cheer me. And give a foul look from her eyes. She pretends she always had hate. But she needs me to stay within. Well, she's too early. To pull a present from. A Bedti...
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celerman: Kite
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. To get a feel. The kite will drag him away. High into the air. The kite will drag him away. High into the air. As the kite fights. It does not want. Tell me what you think. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Returning to an abandoned village. Hand me Down Dad. I have Heard Rock Talk. The Difference between Weddings and Funerals. No Comparison: An Anti-Sonnett. My Stroke of Luck.
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celerman: A Bedtime Story - How Platypus got her Name
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. A Bedtime Story - How Platypus got her Name. Once upon a time there was a person. Almost. She was the most beautiful,. The most powerful,. Of all the almost people in His kingdom at that time. But she was too good,. On the day of her ripening. He called her to His house and stooped. But this was not a father’s kiss. He forced His tongue into her mouth. Led her to kiss Him back. Fell in a heap.
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celerman: Stone and Fire
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. Stone shivers in its coldness. Stone shies from its hardness. Stone reels from the sobriety. Of just being a stone,. And whispers, in stone,. To the other stone. Stone, are you awake? Fire, discovered, cowers from the light. Fire shrinks from my hand-cradle stroke. Fire sticks where it is; blenches at my abrasiveness. I draw near, stroke Fire gently, gently. A fire warming spark rattles out just.
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celerman: Sam's Strobarees - a little boy's painting
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Between one thing and another thing is something else. These are the things I know. View my complete profile. Sam's Strobarees - a little boy's painting. I see green blobs. On a red splodge. And a green wiggle. Do you see her? I see her in the red strobarees. Tell me what you think. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Returning to an abandoned village. Hand me Down Dad. I have Heard Rock Talk. The Difference between Weddings and Funerals. No Comparison: An Anti-Sonnett. My Stroke of Luck.