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Lobo’s Got a New Ride
Lobo’s Got a New Ride
Sirens howl in the December morning frosty air the pale haze of cold morning dew. The coffee pot drips the house back into life out of the deep winter slumber. What a good time to sleep she heard him say, but she wasn’t sure if it was she who said it first. The burst came later upon the reflections of a future not yet arrived, a direction she can’t see. She thinks it will ...
Wednesday 8th January 2025 5:32 pm
Scarborough Sleeps
Scarborough Sleeps
Distant church bells probe fretted air, where
Roof top gulls roost, wrapped in feathery cloaks.
Shivering clouds sob mournfully about everyone’s panes, and a
Hibernating town huddles under a grey blanket.
Shuttered shop fronts rattle their complaints,
Shared only by a spiteful wind that patrols dark doorways.
Customers long departed to foreign part...
Sunday 5th January 2025 3:06 pm
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