They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations
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To Bristol
I left my heart in Bristol a long, long time ago, I left it down the Harbourside where boats and people flow. Someone said they saw it drinking wine Under the Stars, It looked quite merry sitting there as pigeons pecked a Mars. It said, your life from now on in must manage … Continue reading To Bristol
Barefoot Sociologist 