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Random Thoughts on Creatures

In jest, we call them 'creatures of the night'. In truth, we've never seen them by the light Of broken day, unless the rat called Bernard Counts! Perhaps great hordes of badgers, foxes, Mice & Muntjac deer convene outside The staffroom door when we have gone away? Well, maybe not, in fact! Besides, it's dark… Continue reading Random Thoughts on Creatures

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Glasses: A True Story, or The Truth at Last?

I lost my glasses, falling over drunk One night, with no idea just where. 'd thought I'd see things clearly, even in the dark? Not so, it seems! To miss the fucking mark Is far-more easy really than it ought To be when stone-cold sober's done a bunk! But, now it makes me think, what… Continue reading Glasses: A True Story, or The Truth at Last?

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My Latest, But Not My Last, Will Testament

At or on, around or after my Decease, destroy all things I leave behind? I have no wish to be so falsely kind That charity gets my haul of books & toys, Crap clothes, nor cash? No family has its claim On anything of mine, I think? The noise Of IOU & debt or credit?… Continue reading My Latest, But Not My Last, Will Testament

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‘What vision can we have… ?’

What vision can we have, what purpose, goal Or aim can we achieve when, all through life, Half-blind & stumbling day-to-day in droll Impersonations of ourselves- in strife Too much to see the narrow strait that leads Directly to the grave from cradle via Satisfaction of far-simpler needs Than we invent or think we should… Continue reading ‘What vision can we have… ?’