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Cream

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Cream

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Two brothers

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Two brothers

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Mice

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Mice

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Quite dark

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Never told a soul

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Body

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Body

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Darren

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Darren

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Cute little bunny

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Cute little bunny

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Robot

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Robot

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Hob Nob

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Hob Nob

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Pinball machine

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Pinball machine

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Stuff I done wrote

#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 11: TEXT SEARCH
wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Sainsbury
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 10: STRANGERPEDIA
Ingredients of a Mercedes apprentice
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 9: INGREDIENTS OF YOU
Contacts
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 8: REPEAT AND DELETE
Knees in the shower
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 7: A WORD AND ITS MATES
An apology to Jake Humphrey
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 6: CELEBRITY FALL OUT
Tall tales
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 5: TALL TALES
Q & A
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 4: NICE TO MEET ME
The Grumpy Trilby
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 3: THE FROG AND PIGLET
Rocking chair
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 2: SEXY SAUCEPAN
Tiny dancer
#NaPoWriMo Writing Exercise 1: DREAM JOB
Posture
Untitled by Michael Rosen
Tuner
Things I’m not allowed to think
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards
Track
My shit
Cheese
Rough
Line of Duty
18
Come on
You will shrug
No windows
One day
Mates
It was
Summary
The Prestige
Temperamental
Follow your lead
Dust
Release
The man on a wooden bench by the main road
Cucumber
We have to
We had to
We adapt
A new flavour of Pringles
There they go
Double bogey
Working on the little details
Wind and click, wind and click
New postcode
Unlikely tag teams
Your eyes are blue flavoured bonbons
Relentless
This Love by Hollie McNish
Welcome to Disneyland by Mark Waldron
Our best
Warmth in nighttime light
The man in Sainsbury’s bought fourteen 1kg bags of carrots
Stake out
Baggage
0.3 chicken tikkas
A Weekend Diary by John Hegley
What else
Thick
There’s a new tooth in the house
When?
My baby has never said a bad word in his life
Buffet Bobby
World class
So A Mess, Then by Erin Bolens
Creating space
Beginnings
Bloody hell
You suck
What the grass was hiding
Litter?
Crying at the sign off of a video conference
The sweeper
A spelling of spuds by John Hegley
I could be a wrestler
Business
A gust of wind opened and closed our garden gate
Nothing back
8pm postman
Spine
In the bag
Hull Hath No Fury Like A Poet Scorned by Dean Wilson
Trooper
Let’s have a bash at a snow poem
What do you want for your child?
You’re not coming in
These days
Teef
Show me how it’s done
Totting up
Composition by Brian Bilston
Private land
Bloody hell
Having a suddenly urgent, and surprisingly vocal, wee in a public toilet
The people who stare at stars
8:00 AM
Bullet point personality
Force
Sarah
Company by Tim Key
Sunday roast
There’s a cup of tea sitting on my desk teasing me with energy and warmth
Missing the point
There you are again
Good morning
There you go
Fight
Deep Blue Sea by Louis Jenkins
Sunday
Ending
Hello, little chin
Aliens by Tim Key
Where am I?
Trying new things
Detective duos I could be a part of
What is it for you?
Boring
Things a baby who has been fed and changed and had a good nap might still be crying about but we’ll never really know
I bet
Staring at a painting I’ve never really looked at before
Just a game
Punny
If I was an animal
Christmas Poetry by John Hegley
Moon poem
Summer Stage
To be honest
Smile
My hand
A bus shelter being replaced
Untitled by James Mark Miller
Longer and longer
The ingredient I most relate to in salt and vinegar Pringles
Sad?
Who knows
Arms
Bamp by Jonathan Edwards
I am a retired lumberjack
Each one
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