Tag: December
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Poem: Winter
Cheeks flushed crimson, Embers crackle, As the smoke billows beyond the seams of the Oak smoked door. A faint glow from within the forest, The little cottage. Offering temporary relief, From a permanent frost. Brave the wind, the rain and the snow. A feat too difficult for now. Yet a necessity for…
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Dido In Concert 2019
Is it bad that I only know two of her songs? That’s right she’s a singer not a prehistoric bird (Dodo). Although at the age of 47 years old, I wonder is her voice as strong as it use to be? Not being ageist but if Sir Paul McCartney’s croaking at the London 2012 olympics…
The Neon Squid 