What happens if Terry the giant does

not touch wood what would Sally say…

but still he drinks his ever so nice tea.

What would happen if Father Christmas didn’t

stop drinking Jack Daniels throughout the rest

of the year?

Drunken Santa is crashing through the snow

You’re all on the naughty list

Pensioners too cold to take a stand

munch a million bags of Mo...

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Landing craft, full of movement and sound

under the just-boiled moon

We walk the walk and the guardian angel

will always be there.

The crazy people had a lifestyle to change

by choosing a good wash.

Taxi! Follow that moon!

I’m sorry my lights aren’t working.

Fear not my friend is here The Angler Fish

He lives in a hovel surrounded by woodland

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Gibbons in Fakenham time the trains to Sandy Balls

Dwellers in the summer going somewhere where

            the dead watch the living

Dark, dusky silhouettes looming over us

Tight-lipped art revealed thru’

miraculously unbroken spectacles

Pass the chocolate Limes

These are the everyday resurections

the family blessedly released from the collision

the one you th...

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Intense embarrassment, gutted love

The fatal attraction of King George’s ruby letters

proved all too much

The accordion follows the footsteps

of the footnotes of history

up the stairs to the heavy door

Evidence washed ashore, dissonance not delight

and whisperings of the dead

estuary water floods over the road – wet feet walk

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Proud cufflinks punch drunken bees

fires of furniture at number 92

a sword of death a copper kettle

tick tock tick tock and the

glory of untamed flowers

who love to dance.

United in flames, the music bringing you

together, footnotes in history

Winnie the Pooh is still dancing

motes of morning light on the edge

of a life show doilies and discounted cake...

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Still on the theme of fast trains

And eternal eagles

Welcome to the nasty party

Mutiny is in the making

Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations

in the days of the New Year. But where

is the hidden message – the missing girl.

OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs

In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true

Window wind is it forever lost?

Blown bl...

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