Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday 23 February 2019
Pendulum
She asked me: 'What do you do?' I said I am a pendulum. She said: 'So am I'.
We held hands full of hope....
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