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  Red Fox He struts across alleys as if he owns them tail held high, white tip gleaming   in the moonlight. He doesn’t like wheelie bins, but sometimes just sometimes they’re over filled and he can lift the lid and feast on the leftovers of another’s life. He easily scales the wall at number 27, The man there leaves him chicken with lots of the crunchy bits that his vixen loves.   He likes this man. He speaks to him sometimes and says he’s writing a poem that will make him a famous fox. His vixen will like that as well. He gives a special swish of his tail as he struts his stuff across those alleys. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GTFH4DT9?content_source=fb&fb_content_id=Q9-wBQH79gpb9SdjqqP1QMuMWb52Wvz84_s5lOT17YkMQRy26heKy0_hvB4hxR1uIg&channel_type=fb&fbclid=IwY2xjawQt5jRleHRuA2FlbQIxMABzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeDMJrUaVrJF3N7BSmK0UanOw4JdhEM5GWvkDvFV8VO352ZXMiDL18W_qpnKo_aem_6_V7Qh20ty0I6GTa9-iByA
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  Rabbit A rabbit ran out from the rocks and looked up.   Bright eyes caught in the glare of my headlights. I swerved and braked. Probably should have done one or the other. Should have made a choice. There's hindsight for you. Did I hit it?   Don't know. But was only a rabbit, a little furry thing with big ears. Insignificant. I drove on. Poor little furry thing. It might be lying there stunned. The next car up would run over it. Finish it off. OK, not much traffic going up here   at two o'clock in the morning. But something has to be next and before too long. Should I turn round and check… No, it's only a rabbit, drive on. But perhaps it was a mother rabbit. All the baby rabbits would be   waiting for her return,   whimpering, crying, not knowing yet that they were going to starve   to death. And it was my fault, my responsibly, the death of all those baby rabbits. Where's safe to turn? I know!   The garage. There it is.   Sheesh.. That did...
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  Dodging The Draft Let’s hear it for the Draft Dodgers, the Conchis, Refuseniks, Peaceniks and naysaying Evaders. Salute them. Applaud them. Sing their praises. Hymns of Praise, peans for their pain and for our peace. Sing   from Flanders to Vietnam, Ukraine, Israel,   Russia,   The Rest. Sing loud. Sing clear. All together now, let them hear. Sing loud. Sing clear. All together now, make Them hear. https://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/3284018
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  Diamonds Of April Vera was an April baby, a diamond, though she never owned one, never owned much at all she left me my name as her legacy. She was Vera so I should be Lynn. My mother liked things right though she was more a fan of Bing than the Forces Sweetheart. Not everything can be explained! She was not a forever diamond, none of us are and she did not get to meet the diamond with me now, his birthday coming soon, but I still have her legacy. I always will. https://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/3284018
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  Gramsci He was a stray who knew all about wars of manoeuvres   as he invaded our lives, so, we named him Gramsci. He wanted to be a house cat and hid, scratched, bit and hissed   avoid the fearsome outdoors. It was the pterodactyls he feared and Jurassic Park was out there, he’d watched it on TV (it was his favourite film) sitting safely on a knee and glancing round, ears back to check   all was as it should be. But out there… Gramsci would take no chances. https://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/3284018
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  Glad To Be Gay Miss Bunch taught Geography She was rather gruff and masculine. She laughed a lot. Miss Tomlinson taught RE. She was rather timid but very smiley. They lived together. We all thought they were “you know”. The word “lesbian” was unspoken and “gay” meant bright and cheerful, which of course, they were. We had no issue about it. We thought them rather sweet and no one sniggered. Ever year at Speech Day many of the staff would appear wearing caps and gowns. Miss Tomlinson and Miss Bunch   only had one between them. Miss Bunch wore it one year and Miss Tomlinson the next. We did have a giggle about that. https://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/3284018
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