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Day: May 16, 2019
Every so often they let me travel
REBLOG: Jim shares thoughts I have myself.
You know what it is, every so often somebody leaves the door unbolted, and before they know it, I’m away.
Actually with me it’s more a case of every so often people remember me and ask me to come down to London for a meeting. Therefore my aim is to ensure that I attend the meetings and then get to view the finest sight in London. This is a Virgin Pendolino destined for Glasgow. Best viewed from the inside of Coach B as it pulls out of Euston.
Still I got to London and had to stay overnight, so got to mooch about and discover various things. One was Golden Turmeric Latte. Who ever knew it was even a thing? I confess to not actually trying it, the sign was outside a coffee shop rather more exclusive than I am. Still, it’s good to know that London, apparently the one…
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The Photographer
Just one more my dear, please
The sinister words came with ease
Grotesque, though offered to appease
His captor as her death is seen
All the while the lens kept clicking
As her heart beat slowed its ticking
Magnified images he was thinking
As in her pain he was drinking
Just one more he pled again
As life drifted from her brain
His specialty, photographing pain
His clientele unknown remain.
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/prompt-may-16/#
The Working Man
Opinion | The Empty Promise of Suicide Prevention – The New York Times
Mental Health Month: This an article I found worth reading.
Many of the problems that lead people to kill themselves cannot be fixed with a little extra serotonin.
— Read on www.nytimes.com/2019/04/26/opinion/sunday/suicide-prevention.html
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What’s in a Name?
A writer of books, poetry and prose
He was very famous, heaven knows
The problem lies in interpretation
Or maybe lack of education
He wrote and wrote pages with glee
And though his works sold tremendously
His private thoughts were yet to be seen
Even now they remain ungleaned
The writer is quite at odds with himself
Keeping personal writings on the shelf
Until he felt the confidence of fame
Now hell breaks loose upon his name
His previous works were all a lie
Taken from another’s more masterful eye
And if it weren’t for a clever spy
With unwarranted fame, he would have died
His current efforts now discovered
Remain unread by previous lovers
Indeed his fame is now sullied
Former readers now feel bullied
Discovering the hero is just a faker
His published works now have no takers.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/rdp-thursday-fame/
#writephoto – Epitaph
The sun is out, time to play
Three made up girls on their way
Symbols of tragedy here to stay
Remembering a fateful day
Happened a long time away
Three girls missing now are found
Symbolic branches on hallowed ground
Playing safe, and finally sound
Sticks for bodies that were found
Now may dance free, not earthbound.
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The Bag Lady 
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