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.
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Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Seeing out the old.
Haunted by the ghosts of children
as they pre-decease
taunted by returning conscience
ageing ain't a piece of cake.
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