Could I learn to love the Moon Cake?
Could I learn to love the moon?
That ball of light that makes me crazy
Every lunatic month too soon.
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
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Christina's World. |
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A landscape minus the land. |
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Most buildings and back streets remain blank and indifferent. It's just another festival. |
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Victoria McNulty, Glasgow born poet, mean girl and slammer. |
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Yannis, unafraid and on a lucrative book tour. |
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Loki, I'd ditch the cap if I were him. |
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Charlotte Brereton sings Joni's early hits but pretty much in her own voice which is a good voice and no bad thing. |
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They are still watching us. |
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Simple recipe: Peach yogurt, chopped banana and wild honey. Mix in bowl, eat with a spoon. When will I get my own TV series? |