There was a young lad they called Murray
A church-boy from a hilltop in Surrey
He looked up at the spire
Saw it was on fire
And he ran out in one hell of a hurry
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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