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Poems from the Middle. The Old Lady, The Postman, and The Girl. February 26, 2014 by Chris. The old lady sits silently pissing. Reminiscing, she wonders where. On the long road of life she took. The turning that led to this chair. Daily, she sits in the same corner. And wets herself from time to time,. As tears trickle down her cheek. The postman passes through the lounge. Seeing the old lady he is reminded of. His Nan. His nose wrinkles as he tries. To place the smell. At first he thinks of. Wonders how...

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Poems from the Middle. The Old Lady, The Postman, and The Girl. February 26, 2014 by Chris. The old lady sits silently pissing. Reminiscing, she wonders where. On the long road of life she took. The turning that led to this chair. Daily, she sits in the same corner. And wets herself from time to time,. As tears trickle down her cheek. The postman passes through the lounge. Seeing the old lady he is reminded of. His Nan. His nose wrinkles as he tries. To place the smell. At first he thinks of. Wonders how...

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Poems from the Middle. Laquo; In the Cathedral. The Old Lady, The Postman, and The Girl. February 26, 2014 by Chris. The old lady sits silently pissing. Reminiscing, she wonders where. On the long road of life she took. The turning that led to this chair. Daily, she sits in the same corner. And wets herself from time to time,. As tears trickle down her cheek. The postman passes through the lounge. Seeing the old lady he is reminded of. His Nan. His nose wrinkles as he tries. What would the girl do? Wonde...

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Poems from the Middle. Laquo; Temptress (Song Lyric). Shoe Shine Blues (Song Lyric). July 24, 2012 by Chris. The shoe shine guy in the corner. Has got a secret he can’t reveal. Even from the pastor on Sunday. He tries his very best to conceal. He’s fond of the booze. He’s got the shoe shine blues. Shoe shine pitch by the river. Round the corner from the tube. Smiling for well-heeled clients. Wealth reflected in their shoes. He’s fond of the booze. He’s got the shoe shine blues. Family no longer round him.

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Poems from the Middle. Laquo; Bangers and Mash. In Jesus’ Name. February 21, 2014 by Chris. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. That He’ll keep me safe today. Safe from the harm that comes my way. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. That He’ll guide my steps today. Guide me straight on the narrow way. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. That I’ll feel His love today. Love I can share along the way. In Jesus’ name I ask and pray. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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Poems from the Middle. Laquo; Shoe Shine Blues (Song Lyric). In Jesus’ Name. February 20, 2014 by Chris. Three men seated, served by the fourth;. Two from the south, two from the north. A band of brothers for food, beer and talk. Four men sharing scenes from their lives,. Mulling over fears, worries, and strife. For some it’s work, for others cash,. But now all dining on bangers and mash. Venison, Sicilian, Lincoln, and humble Pork. With mustard, gravy, HP sauce. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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Poems from the Middle. Laquo; In Jesus’ Name. The Old Lady, The Postman, and The Girl. February 23, 2014 by Chris. I saw the preacher. And like a teacher. He made it simple. He asked us questions. And gave us choices. We sang the old songs. And raised our voices. They filmed the clergy. It was so dry there. It’s just religion. And we all sang Hallelujah. Oh we all sang Hallelujah. Yes we all sang Hallelujah. There was a Bible. I turned the pages. It gave me comfort. My rock of ages. But where was God.

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Life in the Middle. Archive for April, 2012. New Post – New Host. On April 16, 2012 1 Comment. Hello, and thanks for stopping by this quiet backwater of the internet. Those who are regular visitors will have noticed a new look to the blog including a new title. Why move to WordPress? What was wrong with Blogger? The picture at the top is from a photo I took on the Oxford canal a few years ago. I put it through a nifty piece of free software called Fotosketcher. Read Full Post ». On April 9, 2012 1 Comment.

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No Sex - No Gardening. The Joys of Camping. No Sex - No Gardening. MARTIN SITS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN/DINING AREA. HE IS WEARING A DARK SUIT AND BLACK TIE, WHICH HE LOOSENS. HE HOLDS A DRINK AND GLANCES AROUND. SOUNDS CAN BE HEARD OF PEOPLE DEPARTING. A DOOR SLAMS AND SALLY ENTERS, SHE IS WEARING A BLACK DRESS. SHE LOOKS AROUND AS THOUGH UNSURE WHAT TO DO NEXT. I think I've drunk enough sherry to last a lifetime. HOLDS OUT HIS GLASS. I'll have another whisky. You want to try drinking less. It was a good do.

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