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Tales from the bucket

The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle


If I should have a field

then I would build a shed

when in it I could yield

ideals within my head

I would have a window

I’d point it at the ground

the shed itself erected

from the things that I have found,


like a door

and the galvanized sheets from another shed

that’s not a shed no more

and a roof that ...

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Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5


Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A place...

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A Mouses Tale

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A ​Mouses Tale But it's not my fault, cried the mouse in dismay. I knew where I was going, though it was far, far away. Sat at the foot of my bed, with his hands beneath his head, He tried, through his tears, to relate what is here... I set out early this morn, after nibbling on some corn, For my breakfast, on the cob is best. I was planning to go to "The Great Mouse Show". A long...

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Jedward: A Fairy Tale

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Once there was a Dublin hospital,

A sullen, Nightingale institute,

Whose 1980s walls would house a miracle,

And sprout embryos who would come to repute.


Two princes born to mother, Louis Walsh

Lay vulnerable and crying for their fame,

But before they could suckle, the angels

Were baptised with their Siamese stage name:


John + Edward = Jedward.



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