Biography
Just as it comes, as and when. Cambridge. I'm actually 'Chris', but I'm not allowed to be, for now at least...really appreciate any time taken to drop me a line, but Christopher does seem a tad stuffy no? Many thanks, Chris/Christopher/ **@"~!/etc
Samples
Winding wound a windmill Blue Dancing like we used to do skylark breeze and Jasmine air loving grass on feet kicked Bare A moment’s World for us to hold a Memory so gently sold the child’s Season long but passed Eternal summer cannot last....
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Blog entries by Christopher Dawson
Passing of the past. (22/09/2014)
Hand of dust (10/06/2014)
Can you see my flies? (01/06/2014)
1914-2014 (01/06/2014)
Repeat please (08/04/2014)
She loves me not... (18/03/2014)
Silent calling (12/02/2014)
The Kissing Gate (28/01/2014)
What comes around could be avoided. (28/01/2014)
Who's afraid of the Goat (19/01/2014)
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Comments
Hi Chris, I must agree with Isobel that is a very nice bottom, wish that mine was still like that!
I really do think that 'Your Label' is good, not just good but interesting which is even better than good.
You've been around on here longer than me -
How do you find the site?x
Correction Isobel, I had.
~smile~
You have a very nice bottom Christopher.
Thanks Chris
For the comments re How The Days Go By...
Haven't grabbed anyone in long enough..
Thanks again
Gus
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Ann Foxglove
Tue 24th Nov 2009 08:35
Hello Chris. Thank you for your comment on my dancing men poem. It's interesting that you enjoyed the first bit. I like the last bit, think the first bit is a meant-to-be cliche, and the two lines that join them are a bit rubbish - don't flow, too clunky, unless you say them in the right rythmn! I wrote the poem as a love letter to practical, scruffy, unassuming anorak type men, ( I used to work surrounded by them, in a previous existance) and the bit I think works for me are the last two lines. Or maybe the last three words!