I pondered lonely as a puddle
I have no depth. I am a muddle
On my surface all you’ll see
Is your own face.
That’s not me.
Step on in and splash around
You’ll see my heart can yet be found
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Children's Author, Tea Drinker, Epic Procrastinator
Laura Grevel Blogs on Life and Writing
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Alistair Lane - Writer, Poet, Daydreamer
Writing, the Universe and whatever occurs to me
Poetry from Walsall and Black Country poet Richard Archer since 2011
Reminding mean boys that big girls push back since 2015.
Words, words, words
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Ramblings, poetry & short snipets