Category: Toms
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Mr Klempsey’s Sweet Shop and Tobacconist
*Shudders* Mr Klempsey (not his real name) was probably the most frightening man you would ever want to meet. He would peer at whoever entered his tiny shop through a little space in the counter. He would serve every customer through this space if he could, but the sweet shop was on one side and…
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Ode to an aching knee
Oh, knee, I ask thee why must thou throb Whence I stand and walk or hobble ’Tis fine whilst seated and after several steps So why must thou caust me trouble? A heat you bring within my leg A warmth that’s not so fair Whence I happen perchance to walk A steppe or two from…
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Are these thoughts mine???
My mind is still enjoying it’s weekend away. Either that, or I’ve lost it somewhere. I don’t think that I’ve lost it anywhere too far away, because I have the strangest feeling that I used it recently. Well, I think I did… it’s hard to tell what you have done with a mis-placed mind. I…
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An Unlikely Alliance?
I’m sure that two of my inner personalities have joined forces. I should say two more of my inner personalities, since Bernard (my nagging inner voice) and Fred (my not very pleasant driver) tried to take control of me a few weeks ago (or is it months – I can’t remember). I think they are…
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Moments of madness
I’ve been having a go at writing some rhymes this week, partly on a whim, and partly as part of a mini-challenge I have set myself. I’m always setting myself mini-challenges with this blogging lark… as if thinking of something to write about in the first place (each day) isn’t difficult enough, I go and…
The Mansionic Perspective 