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Debs And Amy R.I.P.
I rue the day we ever met, for
she never knows when to stop,
her warehouse space enormous
she's a twenty-four-hour shop
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my paramour Alma is an amazon
one that always delivers on time,
her supply chain quite amazing
while she knows prices to a dime
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yet there's a fatal flaw in big Alma
true, she makes out without fail,
but she's a sad blow-up doll when
you'...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 10:53 am
Ghost Café
Our Halloween masks reflected back
as we peer through that dusty glass
into the quiet gloom of the Ghost Café
If only the ghost waitress would take our order
âlarge or small?â she asks, well, Iâm a medium
ghost chairs dragged across the ghost floor
And the clank of local steel set down
on delicately painted porcelain
bustling echoes bounce from peeling walls
People starting or resta...
Tuesday 8th September 2020 12:47 pm
Come what may
When they closed down my favourite record store
I shed a little tear
I used to buy my vinyl
With my pocket money here
Slowly all my childhood
Has been ripped out of this town
The bulldozers are coming in
My memories falling down
The bar where I drank my first beer
And floated in the stratosphereÂ
Itâs now a store sells fancy goods
And smelly things and bath time suds
The sports shop wh...
Friday 25th May 2018 12:38 pm

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