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- Untitled
- Feedback
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- Unspoilt pubs for nice people
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- My black shirt
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- Preference
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Pull the red cord to summon the nurse
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- ABV
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A likely story
- An unlikely story
- Last known address
- School days
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Keyed thoughts
- Lost reasons
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- Muchachas
- Miso soup
- M is for Martyn
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- Rather great
- On my desk
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- Remember
- One night in the pub
- Times past
- If you think hard enough you can apply anything to your own life
- Journal
- There is no guarantee that I will ever write anything else
- No factor 30 in Aus
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Saving plan
- Fixed vision
- Standard application form
- Thirsty evening
- Some time ago
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- Family life
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- Not justified and still fairly young
- Saturday night
- Sunday afternoon
- Curious writing
- Pop music
- Spin the world to make it go faster
- Disclaimer
- After the beauty of the urban springs
- Work
- Careers guidance
- A thought for thursday
- What happened one night
- Stalemate
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- Things to do in the morning
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- 20:20 vision
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- The most beautiful girl in Fernhill Heath
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The pages of my
address book
are printed
on pages that contain
a tiny vaccuum
in which there's another world
the smallest of
pricks
from the pen's nib
would pierce the shell
and this universe would
implode
and
that's why
for safety
my book contains
no names
24 March 2004, amended 15 May 2005