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I’ve noticed… All the little mood swings When a cat has crossed your path You really are predictable It almost makes me laugh It takes a couple of weeks For you to work it through To get back in control And not create a stew They lurk in places I don’t go A chance meeting now and then What comes of it, I don’t know The temptation to all men I wonder in my heart of hearts If it’s reverse psychology When a cat has waggled its little arse You accuse me of infidelity There’s always a pattern to t...

Mans gotta have his freedom Was that days cool remark Yet what’s the cost in terms of love When carousing in the dark When love is left at home to think Of all the vixens on the drink How long’s it take before a fall To ruin life for one and all Now, not that there are ties or ropes On soul or body, I’m no dope But staying out all night alone Makes me wonder, stir and groan Mans gotta have his freedom The plaintiffs verdant plea To get away from you And you away from me Now I’ve witnessed men...

The craftswoman's brow furrowed in deep concentration as she carefully unbricked the opening of the large kiln. She was keen to resolve the dilemma that had faced the community, and the world at large in recent times. The challenge had been almost insurmountable and, as the sweat dripped from her face, she finally removed the last brick from its place in the door. Ragged and dishevelled, the Council of Elders stood in a circle around the kiln. This had been the third attempt to complete the w...

How can anyone write in all this turmoil? They had prophesised it, written about it, expected it for many years. No one took it seriously, mostly a bah humbug situation, and now it was happening, all hell let loose. Really and for heavens sake, all the warnings were there! WHY DIDN’T YOU ALL LISTEN? Now they want miracles – can you believe it? Yet the miracle is right there in front of them! They can’t even see that! Whilst sitting here in front of the P.C, a volcano is forming itself not hal...

Distant lie these lands unseen The near, the far, the in-between Worlds of wonder, lands of dreams This place is never what it seems I chose a path with chequered squares And lived a life of scrapes and dares I gave the west wind all my cares Investing dreams in stocks and shares The parson advised with nose a twitch Shackles of money wont make you rich Lets see how you cope with the seven year itch Then dissolved into laughter and gave himself stitch A dappled pony crossed my path Then came ...