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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
Keep on writing
October 22, 1973
I'll jump that freight train, you'll never know what you might find.
Jump the morning mail train, I'm sure you wouldn't mind.
You're such a long way away, and I'm lost hungry and cold.
You say I've just to keep on writing, and I always do what I'm told.
You've got a future on the screen, you'll be the biggest thing in years.
I saw your picture yesterday, but I didn't see any tears.
I say I'm missing you, you say you're missing me more.
You tell me to keep writing and I always do what I'm told.
Someone said you were going to be one of our biggest stars.
But you tell me we need to keep things just the way they are.
I got a typed letter from you, same as the one before.
It told me to keep writing and I always do what I'm told.
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Young Vi, shortly after her mother left. July 12, 2020 I am writing this just a few days after my mother’s death. It is a personal ...
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East Fife Mail, May 6, 1992 Apostrophes have become somewhat of a phobia with me in recent years. Their use seems so simple and yet...
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International Holocaust Day (January 27) has an even deeper and personal meaning for me this year. Of course, it is a date that should make ...
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Sunday, October 14, 2018 Most Fifers will have known someone with a Polish name. After 1945, with the Iron Curtain drawing across ...
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Now when I talked to God I knew he’d understand He said, "Sit by me and I'll be your guiding hand But don't ask me what I thi...
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The man in the next bed Is as frightened as I am. Both of us scarred by time But our minds clinging to our Perfect spring. No-one ever ca...
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