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Annoying ads

I don’t know which is more annoying, that damn tipo song or the smug twats in the Microsoft ads.

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Mankind Limited – The Secret

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Read an excerpt here.

Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

or CreateSpace

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Poem a day challenge #165 (Eyes) (Septolet)

(Eyes) (Septolet)

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Eyes
Red and raw
Seen too much

Filled
With work
and bills
and tears

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Poem a day challenge #164 (Word Journey)

Word Journey

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Clang, chip! clang chip! Clang chip! Blow.
Scratch, dip. Scratch, dip. Scratch, dip. Flow.
Block, press. Block press. Block, press. Squeeze.
Click, roll. Click, roll. Click, roll. Please.
Clackety clack. Clackety clack. Clackety clack. Slide.
Tip tap tap. Tip tap tap. Tip tap tap. Pride.
Stone to scroll to press to type to screen.
Where next the word?

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Poem a day challenge #163 (Snoring)

Snoring

By Scott Bailey © 2013

Snoring on my chest
Warmth and love resting at peace
An early night in

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Poem a day challenge #162 (Dive)

Dive

By Scott Bailey © 2013

There was a young diver called laurel
Who spent her life in the coral
Of the men of the land
She dismissed them offhand
As she found them just far too amoral

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Poem a day challenge #161 (Time is Up)

Time is Up

By Scott Bailey © 2013

The fat white man
Built a castle
And ruled within his walls
Lived with impunity
and flowing wealth
A harem for his use
and other toys
spiced and prepared
He slumps
In his foetid
white
flesh

Those without
devalued
cheap
Turned cheapness to gold
Built better
Bigger castle

The fat white man
Never noticed the decline
The decaying walls
The deserters
The fall

Time
is
Up

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