Cold, cold night
snuggled by myself
dreams and memory
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Cold, cold night
snuggled by myself
dreams and memory
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Cat Nap Revue 
Not so cold, but chilly enough to use a longsleeve heavy-duty cotton biker tee shirt and a good pull on the dreams/memories crankshaft. Do you, too, direct your dreams and nocturnal travels, especially when all the pillows unoccupied? Is it a sign of late-onset humanity? I forget the other symptoms.
My pillows are occupied by peanut butter jars and Archie comics