Author: dickiewhiteblog

10th June – You wonder why he stands so high, It’s just the space between him and the sky.

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I often watch replays of so-called fouls, and to me it's almost as if one leg behaves badly independently of the brain, while the other leg just stands there looking on unable to assist.

1st June – Li’l David was small, but oh my, He fought big Goliath, Who lay down an’ dieth, Li’l David was small, but oh my.

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The Longfellow furrowed a brow and looked at him quizzically, ‘I mean it’s crap,’ said Cum-Bot.

11th May – Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind.

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They wouldn’t be so tolerant with a burning fag butt down the side of a slip-on, I can tell you that.

May 7th – Dreams will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.

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This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.

May 5th – Drip, drip, drop, Little April shower, Beating a tune, As you fall all around.

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Well, wouldn’t all this cogitating lead me to come up with a sort of rival theory to the Big Bang and religion?

25th April – She is wearing rags and feathers, From Salvation Army counters.

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I could only find one serious review, I tell her, and I read from that. The reviewer calls it ‘borderline imbecilic,’ with chapters on shopping, picnics, and T-shirts, which he says are delivered with a sense of shame.

9th April – Who will tie it up with a ribbon, And put it in a box for me?

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Now I find myself in a genuine predicament. I really cannot choose between suicide and arson.

April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.

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Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.

29th March – Get sick, get well, Hang around a’ ink well

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No sour grapes on my part when I say that the gatekeepers to literary stardom in this country would be incapable of judging who is the most cunning between Joey Essex and the Duchess of Sussex.