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    dotsJournal: I've more than...dots
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    Mood: Halved

    …halved my portfolio. Without discussion.

    ...Created 2015-10-07 15:04:11

    dotsJournal: ssshhhdots
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    Mood: Dusted

    see above

    ...Created 2013-03-17 22:22:28

    dotsJournal: well then...dots
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    Mood: less than before

    ...ronnie campbell.

    you're gone then
    and before you went seven sibling others:
    seven others that shared the same dna
    and the same name
    and,
    when space was tight in meadowbank well,
    the same bed too
    because you were the last of that time
    and this morning,
    you were the last to bow out of that eightsome reel:
    the last bud on the branch then of that particular (and delightfully peculiar)
    family tree.

    gone,
    with your stone mason's attention to detail
    passed down from your father to his son
    and your love of the pun
    especially,
    christmas-cracker-bad-ones
    and
    i for one thought you were kind
    and
    i never saw you raise a hand except
    to accept
    tea-the-second-cup-from-out-of-the-pot.

    off ye go then ronnie,
    with your wee bandy legs and your quick mind:
    your welcoming ways left behind
    with your daughter,
    who will be alright of course.

    in due course.






























































    ...Created 2012-10-13 14:27:14

    dotsJournal: poetrydots
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    Mood: poetic

    we share each other like an island
    until exhausted close our eyelids

    see title.

    ...Created 2012-08-31 16:00:56

    dotsJournal: witless fecksdots
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    Mood: desensitised - up to a point...

    It's road safety week in Q8.

    As a concession to this initiative, children/interactive airbags are moved out of harm's way from the lap of the driver to the parcel shelf, where they can stretch out and get a proper kip...



    ...Created 2012-07-15 16:41:54

    dotsJournal: plus ca changedots
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    Mood: deja vu

    plus c'est la meme chose...

    ...Created 2012-04-18 15:12:28

    dotsJournal: ssshhh...dots
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    Mood: once in a while...

    &feature=related

    ...Created 2012-04-16 06:37:42

    dotsJournal: ssshhh...dots
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    Mood: silence is golden


    No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

    Jack Kerouac

    ...Created 2012-03-27 14:18:50

    dotsJournal: kinda...dots
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    Mood: given to occasional gyro failure...

    ...wobbly arentcha?

    ...Created 2011-11-18 17:02:39

    dotsJournal: he's dead...dots
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    Mood: no-one is 1,000,000 miles away


    &feature=related

    of course.

    ...Created 2011-11-09 18:49:22

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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