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Burning Slowly: May 2006
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A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. 520 Light-Years From Home. I FEEL PITY FOR THE CITY. Hasta la victoria siempre. Pity for the City. The Saddest Day of The Year.
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Burning Slowly: January 2007
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. 520 Light-Years From Home. I FEEL PITY FOR THE CITY. Hasta la victoria siempre. Pity for the City. The Saddest Day of The Year.
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Burning Slowly: For Keef
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-keef.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. The Saddest Day of The Year. Curiosity Killed The Cow. A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. The Beat Goes On.
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Burning Slowly: Pity for the City
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2009/07/pity-for-city.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. The Saddest Day of The Year. Curiosity Killed The Cow. A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. Tuesday, July 14, 2009.
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Burning Slowly: oveRRated
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2008/09/overrated.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. The Saddest Day of The Year. Curiosity Killed The Cow. A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. The Beat Goes On. I could read t...
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Burning Slowly: Murph and Me
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-time-passed-without-me-hardly.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. The Saddest Day of The Year. Curiosity Killed The Cow. A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. The Beat Goes On. All in all, I ...
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Burning Slowly: February 2007
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. 520 Light-Years From Home. I FEEL PITY FOR THE CITY. Hasta la victoria siempre. Pity for the City. The Saddest Day of The Year.
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Burning Slowly: Roger
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2007/03/rodger.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. The Saddest Day of The Year. Curiosity Killed The Cow. A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. The Beat Goes On. No, he remembe...
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Burning Slowly: August 2006
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. 520 Light-Years From Home. I FEEL PITY FOR THE CITY. Hasta la victoria siempre. Pity for the City. The Saddest Day of The Year.
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Burning Slowly: 520 Light-Years From Home
http://outcastburningslowly.blogspot.com/2010/07/520-light-years-from-home.html
A random tale of a random poet living a random life. (Many of the pictures are mine but my apologies to the owners of the ones that I have blatantly ripped off. If you are really unhappy about me using your images, email me and I will remove them. If not, thanks for the loan. Outcast Poet). Oxford, United Kingdom. I write real poems, and play real music. View my complete profile. I FEEL PITY FOR THE CITY. Hasta la victoria siempre. Pity for the City. The Saddest Day of The Year. Wednesday, July 21, 2010.