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a sunday roast
washed down with a pint
got back on the coach
and belched.
what more do you want     ..
paul sheridan May 29
last time I wrote a poem that
was
any good was on the late lamented
deep underground poetry site about an elderly woman on the
bus who offered me a boiled
sweet,
I thought,
but no, thanks     ..
paul sheridan May 28
if you haven’t read any of the
british library crime classics, then
what is there left to talk about, muttered
the old bloke down the pub
paul sheridan May 27
sitting in a pub writing
a poem but it
wasn’t very good and the
beer was awful
paul sheridan May 26
p g wodehouse and
john betjeman made
life seem worth living
just to read them    ..
paul sheridan May 26
old bloke in the café reads his
newspaper religiously
over breakfast every morning and
thanks God for letting him be
for now
paul sheridan May 25
feel unsteady, seems windier than
it used to be -
don’t know if it’s a climate change thing,
or just me
my sense of balance isn’t what it was
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