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Iritis

Saturday, 6 February 2010 8:30 P GMT+01
  Iritis is a rare, mysterious and potentially serious eye condition. I’ve suffered from iritis intermittently since 1973 – in either eye, but mainly the left. Thanks goodness, so far, never in both eyes at once! I have had it i

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Butterflies in the Wind

Friday, 5 February 2010 9:48 A GMT+01
Following yesterday's article on Gunfleet Sands Wind Farm:Findings have just been announced today that moths and butterflies surf the wind; http://news.discovery.com/animals/migrating-insects-butterflies.html They instinctively or deliberately di

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Gunfleet Sands Wind Farm

Thursday, 4 February 2010 7:24 P GMT+01
 Where I live.This was the then mysterious beginning of the process (November 2008):  And here today is the end result:

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Dawn's Game

Wednesday, 3 February 2010 6:11 P GMT+01
In the old days, each day was indeed so old it could not recall anything with its failing memory. The people who lived during those old days – like me – tried to help each day as it dawned by calling up for it our own memories that we bel

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Deal or No Deal

Tuesday, 2 February 2010 6:01 P GMT+01
  The Ligottian Banker on 'Deal or No Deal' certainly had a field day today. He even had his own rat army in the sewers. Noel Edmunds said he had tempered what the Banker said. So who knows to what creative depths of Horror the

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Love is like...

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posted Wednesday, 9 January 2008

Love is like seeing field after field of bright Spring yellow from the window of an express train travelling towards one who patiently awaits you with open arms.

 

Losing your loved one is like walking around a modern industrial estate on the rainy edge of an even more nondescript town.

 

Never having had one to love at all is actually enjoying the walk.

Published 'Psychopoetica' 1991

  


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