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Pull the red cord to summon the nurse
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A likely story
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- Last known address
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Keyed thoughts
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- Rather great
- On my desk
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- 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
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- Work
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- A thought for thursday
- What happened one night
- Stalemate
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- The most beautiful girl in Fernhill Heath
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She looks across the room
the light from the television harsh on her skin
and sees the child in the corner
"Don't you think we should bury it?"
she asks at no-one
Noel Edmonds pulls a lever and
an overly excitable man in a bad jumper
is drowned in a phlegm of green gunge
"Its been there for weeks now"
The credits scroll up the tv screen, a
eulogy to common sense waved off by
the cast of the programme
"I don't like having it here"
But there's no response
again
from the man next to her
just the occasional swish from the can
as he brings the lager to his lips
and a sigh
at the start of the next gameshow
9 May 2004