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  The Last Devil To Die I have known so many devils, Hitler, Stalin, Kissinger, Pinochet and now Netanyahu. And then there are those with histories or geographies beyond me. It seems there is no end to them that one begets the other in a prodigious male line straight from Satan up to Earth, there to make a new Hell, there to be fed,   groomed and protected by politicians in their own interest, by corporations in their own interest and by countless others in their own interests in the country they call home. They’re like a queen honey bee, her own ordinary egg   fed by Workers, groomed by Carers, protected by Soldiers. It’s nurture not nature that makes her queen and keeps her queen while she is useful. Then they kill her and breed another and so it goes   on and on and on. If die it must, I see the last devil swallowed by an angel and shit out into the fire   they all helped to create. All will burn in the end if there is an end to it all. https://coinoperatedpr...
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Harsh Snowflakes blowing gently, fragile as shadows smiling in the soft light. So soft. Catch them quickly in your hair  to melt them for soon they’ll grow harder even though the sun is shining and smiling blindingly bright, bright and harsh. Harsh crunchy crystals. Jewels shining like diamonds hard as rock giving way to ice as the light starts fading when the sun loses it's smile and we're skidding,  sliding slipping away, blinded  by crystalline https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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    All Gone They built the roads.  They built the bridges, the power lines and masts. But still the landscape was empty, deserted, lifeless, abandoned, hopeless. And then they built fences. They’re good at that, building fences to keep THEM out, not let THEM cross. So still the landscape was empty, deserted, lifeless, abandoned, hopeless. As abandoned as an empty shopping trolley, as abandoned as those who pushed it there in desolate desperation. And then it snowed. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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  Winter’s Tale Slowly at first almost imperceptibly the days become shorter minute by minute as winter whispers   her arrival once again. Listen carefully but take care. Soon you will cover your ears   as she learns to shout. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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  Winter Light When the winter light hits the trees the blue disappears in a spectrum of bright white and gold shooting out like a beaming star from a brilliant diamond and then fades away fades with the sinking feeling of an endgame approaching as the blue disappears   swallowed by winter dark eaten up by blackness all too soon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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  This Winter My red all wool balaclava masks me   so warmly this winter and hopefully my colour choice will distinguish me from the local would be bank robbers, if there are any about on this cold morning when frost crystals congeal in the wool and hang crystalline in the space left for eyes and mouth. Even those who know me best would fail to recognise me especially if everyone in town was wearing a red balaclava. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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  As Winter Falls Willow don’t weep for me. Back in the summer I hid in the shadows of your leafy canopy. Now you have left me exposed waiting for the winter of my content   which falls every year as the lost leaves turn golden then brown with decay then white with the silence   of the first snowfall. I’m waiting for it to blanket me with light and make me smile. Willow don’t weep for me. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA
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