Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
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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 pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
The Macabre Castle
The Macabre Castle
The macabre castle stood on the hill
Long since forgotten as though time stood still
Just close your eyes now and picture this scene
A castle so scary no Childs ever been
The sun doesn’t’t shine on its great grey cold walls
And even the battlements look lonely in the rain as it falls
And the drawbridge resembles the teeth of...
Sunday 10th March 2013 9:19 pm
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