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A constant onslaught
of Christmas advertising
consumerism
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by Scooj
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A constant onslaught
of Christmas advertising
consumerism
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by Scooj
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And so it begins
first Christmas card is written
gaining momentum
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by Scooj
Palindrome poem
rats live on no evil star
remembered from school
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by Scooj
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Long line of wine drips
cracked bottle on the doorstep
a double whammy
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by Scooj
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Balls of newspaper
and our own home-cut kindling
time for a real fire
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by Scooj
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On the mantelpiece
at half past four forever
neglected unwound
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by Scooj
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I’ve reached the threshold
unwelcome badge of honour
my first free flu jab
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by Scooj
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Face down in the mud
the pale corpse of a young man
sadness overwhelms
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by Scooj
I was walking my dog down by Cumberland Basin today and spotted a human body on the far bank. I was going to call the police, but noticed that a couple of uniformed officers were on their way to investigate. Within ten minutes the rescue services had arrived on the scene, and they set about recovering the body.
I feel numb and shocked and terribly sad. It is an image I will find hard to forget, and of course there are all the unanswered questions about what led up to this tragic event.
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A hundred voices
unseen shrill starling voices
fill the air with song
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by Scooj
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Stream of consciousness
great ideas rise and fade
and then they are gone
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by Scooj