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Mrs Lizzy Blackwell sat upon the stone bench in Saint Anne’s Square waiting for Jackson her forever late middle-aged brother to arrive. Through-out his life he’d had numerous time-keeping devices yet there was no improvement to his time management consequently Lizzy sat patiently waiting just as she always did. Some scraggily dressed children sneaked behind [ READ MORE ]
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[This poem is my attempt at a Couplet] Snow flakes down Wispy and swirly Unique patterns Hydrology flattened Arctic winds, chilled gusts From North to South East to West As silent snow flake pests[ READ MORE ]
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