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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...

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Mistletoe by candlelight,

love lined Christmas markets,

shopping centres full of happy couples.

Let them have what I do not,

it is theirs.

But what is mine?

My Christmas must come early

if I am to maintain the mirage of the miracle.

I'll line the markets with an illuminating

indigo light

and bathe in the dreams

that will...

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They say home is where the heart is

and my heart is where the art lives.

So where is my home?

Art lives within us all

and begins an internal/external exchange...

a process

like humanity to trees.

We stop, relax, breathe

as one.

So where is my home?

First Contact was my spiritual home

gave meat and marrow to

broken sp...

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