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Brendan Wrote:

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> ???? Wrote:

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>

> Let me explain here Mr. U+00A3 esquire.

>

> Green also means, new, inexperience and

> un-ripened. Autumn is therefore ?green winter? or

> ?winter green? if you insist on being all poetic

> and shit. It has all the potential to be winter

> but hasn?t yet dipped its wick as it were.

>

> The metaphor then stretches further into the

> realms of horticulture with the ball symbolising

> the seed of the season?s decline which is planted

> in autumn and ripens to fruition into winter.

>

> Here the writer is cleverly juxtaposing the common

> imagery of life blossoming in the summer with his

> intentional reversal of the concept.

>

> He then goes on to mention ?patinates? (which I

> think were Victorian, ladies under things) and

> ?taught skin? which just goes to show that like

> most authors he is using his art as a thinly

> veiled indulgence of his own perversions and is

> probably also a communist.



The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Yes? Please say yes because my parents would be so pleased that a very expensive heducation was not entirely lost.

*Bob* Wrote:

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> A golden leaf, teased by Puma tread.

> Soft now! The hand of fate,

> Slides, reveals, the turd beneath.

> Kitchen sink, running tap and knife awaits.


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Who's stabbed up then ?

giggirl Wrote:

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> The force that through the green fuse drives the

> flower. Yes? Please say yes because my parents

> would be so pleased that a very expensive

> heducation was not entirely lost.



Sure, why not? Yes, yes and yes again.

A mother hands her baby pieces of biscuit that small, stiffening fingers are unable to hold onto.


?Do you,? she says, ?Do you really? I never meant any of this.? The blue-cheeked child watches the light on his mother?s phone go on, go off, go on, go off - and smiles an unnoticed smile.

  • 2 weeks later...
  • 2 weeks later...

A brother and sister gather speed and slither down the icy path hand in hand.


"We've built a snowman at home," the girl says. "You could come and see it."


Her father takes a long run-up and flings himself down the same impromptu slide.


"You'll have to send me a picture," he says.

  • 1 month later...

He'd had a wank again


Mum caught him, like she usually did. After all he was sitting at the table.


She served the Angel Delight, though his sister turned down the offer of "Anchor spray cream"



"Nah,.It's the name that puts me off, sounds like wan....Ow WUH, whats that for"


"Watch your mouth girl" says mother, wiping the boys moonish face with a flannel


"Mam" says the boy


"Yes love, Mam" she kisses his brow gently


"Mam"


"Eat up now you" she whispers lightly, leaning on the table to get up


"Mam, look were on the E.D.F. "


"The EDF ?....NO & look at my hair, why didn't you say....Oh blow..."




W**F



Edited For Rosie H

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