Buses are like women
They're red
and they've got wheels
and it's awful
when you miss one.
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- Fool MoonTonight -Between thenAnd now.The face of ...
- For Beatrice
- Gratitude from the barrel's end
- Distance, over time
- for Wendy Cope
- wane
- Morning composition
- why
- The Quiet Ecstasies of Solitude
- Here
- Sentence
- We did everything together
- In Hope
- Ballad
- A Song in the Eaves
- Greatest hit
- A series of haiku on the theme of time
- Read out by classmate in chapel
- Two old favourites
- Remember performing this emotionally at school
- I thought this was a great pun in 1997
- poem once sent to competition - theme 'flood'
- I really believe in poetry
- Short story for Rosie and Dug
- (mis)printed in this year's Ripple
- short
- this was meant to be for mills and boon:
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