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    Hole

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      CHILDHOOD'S PLAYMATE

      My friend was Steven and he did magic

      He could heal skinned knees, make me smile

      Be a crocodile, or a roaring tiger

      Do anything I asked, be my playmate.

      When mum came he went away

      Sometimes for a little while, sometimes longer

      Not far, just out of sight.

      But when I called, he would always come.

      - a true friend from childhood -

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      NEW STONE

      How was it that I found you?

      Walking the empty beach,

      the smell of youth fresh on the wind.

      The sound of rock'n'roll crushing the sand.

      And there you were,

      alone and shining,

      cradled in fine grains, glinting and winking.

      Fascinated, I picked you up

      and felt your freshness run through me,

      as the vein of red ran through you.

      Having held you so, I could no longer let you go,

      felt repugnance at leaving you behind.

      But after so many years, such sharing,

      I've moved on; outgrown our oneness,

      ready to turn over new stones,

      while you lay discarded at the back of my drawer.

      - growing apart -

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      SILENCE

      The mewl of the seagull

      and cawl, cawl of the crow.

      The bleat of the lamb

      and growl of the passing car.

      The shifting stones of the shore

      and the undulating yap of the dog.

      The howl of the wind

      and the rattle of the branches.

      The sounds of silence.

      - country living -

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      SEX - WHAT SEX?

      Someone once told me that men,

      as opposed to women, bless them

      Nice tits

      Think about sex every few minutes.

      What a load of rubbish!

      Wow, look at her

      Men, as opposed to women, bless them,

      are logical, not emotional.

      Great legs

      So it goes without saying,

      but I'll say it anyway

      Don't stop - jiggle, jiggle

      That this is a right old load of poppycock.

      I mean, come on guys, be truthful now.

      Is sex really so important

      or wouldn't you rather have a pint?

      God, look at the bum on that!

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      About the Author

      Peter Barns live in the Highlands of Scotland.

      Retired, he now spends his time writing

      and refurbishing houses.

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      7 Days In May

      The Gastropoda Imperative

      Fire Rock

      Hobart at Home

      Tales From The Cottage

      Love Is

      Hole

      Tears

      Burnt Toast

      Cautionary Tales

      Peter's Twittclass

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