July 1973
My girlfriend smokes only the best cigars, and claims to own an autographed bikini that was a gift from Sophia Loren.
Sometimes her pawn hits a landmine on the chess board and she isn't bothered that she has ruined the whole damn game.
Picture: Master Tux
may isle
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.
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Someone moving down on the rocks, Torchlight flashing at the end of the Blocks. Girl on the Plerick down on her knees Hammering copper nails...
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Choose who you trust, she said. Like a secret she was sharing. She acted like she was caring But her eyes were cold and dead As was the expr...
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Mental health – now that’s gone a bit trendy hasn’t it? It’s a subject that produces a lot of words, and while one of the main messages is t...
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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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Yesterday brought a hat-trick of happy happenings that made quite an impression on me, motivating me to share these in writing with my virtu...
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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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