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Kismet

Where’s

a place for us?

There’s

no place for us,

Nowhere

no place for us.

Take my hand

Sit and stare

Take my hand

Share your fear… 24 more words

Poetry

Poo-Sticks by Michael Healy

Poo-Sticks by Michael Healy

Remember: actions have their consequences

 

Mary Porter sat on the Bridge

Playing poosticks with Annie Ridge

Along came little Tommy Cotton… 244 more words

Poetry

Today's Funky 4: Nelly, Gwen Stefani & More


Today on the Funky 4 Plus One More, we played songs from Nelly and Gwen Stefani. Check out all the songs we played, plus,  44 more words

Music

Red Coat

Slaughter, ruin,
Murder and rape.
All the things,
A brigand make.
But not when in step,
To his majesty’s drum.
I’m doing all right,
With my red coat on.

Angleterre

When I once sat upon a bench

I felt that I was almost French

Poetry

Mange Tout

The caliph & the caliphate

Arranged a secret dinner date

Near Toulon, in the south of France

Called ‘Honi soi qui mal y pense.’

Poetry

Ustulation

Whoops!

A post

Apocalypse

Calypso

Poetry