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A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote it along the lines of if I'd bumped into her serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them I say Bravo Darling it's all we do so deserve . Art work by Steven Richardson.

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A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona ricochete around us like a midnight thunder , on first meeting she would still and seduce ya with her silent stare of medusa .

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In the swinging sixties to own a car was rare but if it be a jaguar then you were the young nouveau rich the fake faux millionaires and make believe movie stars as were members of my friends and family usually their balloons burst in bankruptcy debt and divorce , too much money in young hands is like playing with the fire of a newly found passionate desire

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Greed a deadly sin or an instinct of survival which was very much needed to succeed and survive especially in a hunter gathering situation .

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A musing I wrote about the sixty three year love affair between a member of the royal family and one her dutiful long standing servant known as

G M for short, the Queen mums old cool companion .

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The robin is always first on the scene unafraid of humans or much else this courageous little spiv wares a blood red bib due to scrapping to the death.

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A poem come prayer for a baby who died at birth and never got a chance of life If ever you've been close to someone who's lost a new born then you do feel if it were possible you would swap souls with them and give them a chance at life.

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This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army which has a relentless marching rhythm beating to the sweet spot tempo of 120 , from day one your heart soul body and mind are recalibrated and realined to the measured metronome of the military kind in order for you to keep in perfect tune whilst playing together in the theatre of war with the other synchronised members of your platoon .

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A poem about men and their midwife crisis as a matter course men feel the need to try out a new horse so they get a divorce and set off in search of adventure usually riding a Harley-Davidson towards the sun and what they think will be some all new sexual fun .

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Oliver Cromwell said to his portrait artist , Paint me warts and all he had the skin of and old toad after his death his body was exhumed and hung at Tyburn then his head was decapitated and placed outside Westminster palace the parliament he'd spilt so much blood to put in place. I've purposely placed the old archaic English terms into rural colloquial Yorkshire speech which in certain communities is still in common use today .

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