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Showing posts with label This Must Be The Place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label This Must Be The Place. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Wild Daisies by Bub Bridger

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If you love me Bring me flowers Wild daisies Clutched in your fist Like a torch No orchids or roses Or carnations No florist's b...
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

What Heartbreak Felt Like, by Annabel Hawkins

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A full stop. In the middle of a sentence. Not enough water in the jug for a cup of tea, and all the milk's run out for good. Fumbling...
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