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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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 Mary's  bleach dream
 
Oh heck, oh God! That’s me. Who’re you? 
I’m God. You’re on the stairway to heaven. 
But I can’t be declares Mary, I’ve no bleach with me.
Bleach? says God. You won’t need bleach in heaven.
Of course I will says Mary I have to keep the stairway clean.
 
Pristine white, but I can see a bit of wear and tear.
 A few people passed this way I do declare. 
Now I have to go back says Mary. 
Back? Are you daft? says God. You’re dead.
With hands on hips, that baleful look of years falls upon God. 
You may be God, but I’m Mary. 
I’m telling you I’m going back to get the bleach. 
Hi Michael shouts God. Come over here. Got a right balloon
She thinks she’s still on earth. Explain to her she is most definitely in heaven.
 
Slate in hand Michael and another archangel for back up approach Mary.
You’re in heaven. We keep this stairway clean and you’re on our slate.
Let’s see that slate of yours says Mary
Then, looking Michael in the eye, Mary declares 
What a bunch of eejits. You can’t even read
It says here I’m sleeping and dreaming, glancing at the stairs
Mary wakens up and breathes a sigh of relief. 
Thank you, God. I’ll be back and I’ll not forget the bleach.
 
 





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