Danny
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For Lorraine (who loves words) and my children so they do...
sometimes … just sometimes…....I like to hear a pin drop
not that the opportunity comes round much.
But when it does
I like to wait for the echo…........... -
Binalong Avenue
Love lived at Binalong Avenue
In the Kitchen and Library
The boundary fence was our fortress
We would protect it with dirt bombs and guns made from branches
The water fights and cricket games
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RB tutourials - How to write Poetry on Red Bubble
How to write poetry on Red Bubble
Great tips for new players -
The Virgin ,the Gypsy , coincidence, Karma, Chaos theory ...
A classic tale of something or another
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1000 words looking for a picture Part One- Superheroes
So it’s a reverse quest.
Here is a 1000 words – give it a picture, PART ONE -
1000 words looking for a picture Part Two - 23rd Century ...
So it’s a reverse quest.
Here is a 1000 words – give it a picture, PART TWO -
1000 words looking for a picture Part Three - Dragon Sph...
So it’s a reverse quest.
Here is a 1000 words – give it a picture, PART THREE -
1000 words looking for a picture Part Four - The lead up ...
So it’s a reverse quest.
Here is a 1000 words – give it a picture, PART FOUR -
Fear and Loathing at Red Bubble
I felt better now I had some semblance of control back I turned to look at Lucan he was wrestling with his jacket and was loosing,
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That's my boy
“How’s that, you bastards?”
The heavy ball sailed high and seemed to stay a split longer in the air than seemed natural and landed “plop” in the soft sand next to the jack.
“Truly a bigger arse …
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Self Esteem
Why can’t I be like you?
With your perfect posture
And golden hair
Your perky breasts
That support themselves
Your sparkling eyes
Your beautiful smile
Why can’t I be like you?
With your w… -
Murder Palette
White were the lies told to protect me
Black was the mood it sent me
Green was the jealousy that engulfed me
Red was the anger that enraged me
Clear were my intentions to be
Blue were y…
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Jim and I
Jim and I
Visiting my brother Jim was always an experience and rarely uneventful,
there was a knock at the door.
Jim sneaked a quick look through the blinds
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Holidays the HST way
Actually I end up sounding like Bill Bryson but this is the true story of how My friend Martin and I spent a holiday in Queensland under the influence of beer, weed, anonymity and Hunter S Thompson.
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I was in a band once (full version with pics)
One thing was painfully obvious after the first gig. Groupies were a myth.
Not one girl even came up to make an enquiry. I would have been happy with a simple “You were shit”
