It can be windy, Whitstable, But the mill on Borstal Hill doesn’t go round. Upkeep isn’t cheap And you can’t buy sails in the sales. So there it stands. Restored but bored. Wanting to give it a whirl, Wanting to fly, but wingless, Its spindly black cross Unmoved by the breeze. It’s a marker for […]
Archive for November, 2011
You know he’s got a wine box though he’s using a decanter. He can’t fool me, and I can see through all that wine buff banter. “Decanted from the bottle”, he says “at great expense”, But if you try to challenge him, he gets a little tense. It’s never seen a bottle, it’s from a […]
“Your body is a temple”. That’s what she said to him. “Your body is a temple but you must go down the gym.” “Your body is a temple and it used to be quite thin.” “Your body is a temple, but its roof has fallen in.”
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