Sunday is the day of rest for mice

The cat can eat them sprinkled with hot spicse

Do notv not cure a cliche it is trásh

Write your own, it’s better when It’s fresh

One of my sisters confessed to to adultery when aged ten.I asked her why

She said she picked it from a list of sins in her prayer book.

I wish I had thought of that !

As a Catholic child I began to receive Communicn and to confess my sins when I was 8 years old

one Saturday I went into a sweet shop to . find out if I could snatch a sweet before the lady came out of her back room.It was I did

Then I sucked it all the way to Church to go to Coñfession

oh the joy of religion

Now we be feel the aftermath of loss

While up and down our moods swing

as we toss

watching my brothers funeral

on my phone was very odd

His coffin was carried by his four sons and two grandsons

i can’t phone him now

Pàtients stand in a queue

impatients break the glass

Expatients should not be be here

Obey or be purrsecuted by Dave and Emile

Now you are gone my brother into dust.

You set my hair on fire

The flames of lust

Just think babies have no memories

Curiosity killed the cat

I used ask why?

But answer came there none

If the lap fits sit on it

If the cat bit pray for it . Or swear

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When my husband was ill I am made up a

tiny song that helped him

Unwind the bobbin

Unwind the bobbin

Unwind the Bobbin and let the boat come in

i don’t know what it means

Empty your worry bags every night

When glum

Keep mum

If in doubt do nowt

That means nothing

Love the little joys of every day

Engage with life for death is on the way

It helps me to do a bit of writing

i hope I can use the computer be soon but it is

fun to write about two lines

Every form brings out different content

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Through the gap I see the other world

Coral deep the sea the scattered pearl s

Resting I dozed off thought you were here

The gap in space is you my love my dear

there is still a feeling that our culture

is superior to any non

Western one.

How my heart sings

paranoia is not always bad.

trust in God and not the leàders mad

No sweat he cried for I do what I wish

I eat pizza from a crooked dish

Without affect we are stone

Making our true self alone

The digital picture on Words was made by me from my own waterçolor of jugs and bowls

Can a world of written books be real

However rich the. Books they cannot feel

Satan has moved to Mars and God

may be dead

Was he ever alive?

Life and death are human categories like language

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Check the power is on before

getting a new charger or phone

Why

a mental Illness ,?

Were the Jews in Auschwitz mentally ill?

i hope to be back soon