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The Death

The scribe scribbled on, long into the night. His pencil dulled, as did the candlelight. He shivered with cold and his fingers ached, But he had a mission and it could not wait. Life was his subject and this he … Continue reading

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People In Daytime London.

People In Daytime London. Indefinable shapes, Scurrying to and fro, Always rushing somewhere, But really no place to go! Into telephones they squawk loudly, With no one standing close. Loud enough for all to hear, Well, almost most! Street bands … Continue reading

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