Tag: Thoughts
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Old Friend
I Saw you In my mind Walking swiftly Away by yourself Daydreaming as you do Your face was hidden in shade Yet I could see your friendly smile I noticed that you glanced towards me But felt sad when you looked away I tell myself you saw me How would I ever know? Next time…
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Sometimes, odd things happen
Indeed. Normally, every Monday morning at 10am the air raid siren goes off. Absolutely diabolical noise it makes, which sends chills beneath my skin and fills me with dread. Awful. I can imagine how fearful it sounded when it was actually needed, but nowadays I think it’s just sounded to test it. During the 1970s,…
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Six Word Saturday as Sunday Approaches
Once again I find myself late Time. It’s of the essence. It flies. It only drags when I’m somewhere I’d rather not be… anywhere else, and everything seems to be a blur. I find myself watching events unfurl around me, with me in the centre, and I wonder how I’m in the midst of this…
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The What, the How, the When?
It isn’t what the Sandman sprinkles that’s important… It’s the how and when he does it. And how and when he did it to me today is a great mystery. I’ve been sprinkled. Well and truly. Good and proper. Here’s to a good and proper night’s sleep…
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Recycling
As darkness draws in And daytime comes to an end A chill fills the air The breeze carries sounds Shadows play tricks on the eyes And the mind needs rest Soon, sleep will beckon Filled with wild and varied dreams The mind recycles
The Mansionic Perspective 