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SCROOGE STRIKES BACK – COMING SOON

THE BARHUMBUGINATER – Work in progress As Christmas approaches we are determined to make this happen. Please don’t judge the designs they are merely doodles. The picture person is working hard to make sure that every little sproggit puts the

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SCROOGE STRIKES BACK – COMING SOON

THE BARHUMBUGINATER – Work in progress As Christmas approaches we are determined to make this happen. Please don’t judge the designs they are merely doodles. The picture person is working hard to make sure that every little sproggit puts the

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‘Lose your words in a high wind’ – my grandma’s favourite poem what I wrote like.

  ‘Lose your words in a high wind’ Farewells flung at parting trains, And thrown from cliffs To sailing ships. Retorts muttered as asides The thees, the prithies, the thou arts. Radios left on; No-one hears, forgotten song.   I

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‘Lose your words in a high wind’ – my grandma’s favourite poem what I wrote like.

  ‘Lose your words in a high wind’ Farewells flung at parting trains, And thrown from cliffs To sailing ships. Retorts muttered as asides The thees, the prithies, the thou arts. Radios left on; No-one hears, forgotten song.   I

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When choosing a husband

                The Mother lay on her death bed, Her daughter by her side, “You can tell a gentleman alone by his shoes,” “Your father was a fine gentleman, With fine stitching upon his

When choosing a husband

                The Mother lay on her death bed, Her daughter by her side, “You can tell a gentleman alone by his shoes,” “Your father was a fine gentleman, With fine stitching upon his

The Synthetic Shambhala

The Synthetic Shambhala City slickers, highfliers, Blue collared clerks, And down and out workers. Each leans back; collective sigh. Train departs station at scheduled time. Mind the gap; doors closing Away from the rain and handshaking lies. To a place

The Synthetic Shambhala

The Synthetic Shambhala City slickers, highfliers, Blue collared clerks, And down and out workers. Each leans back; collective sigh. Train departs station at scheduled time. Mind the gap; doors closing Away from the rain and handshaking lies. To a place