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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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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