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There is a Welsh word, cariad (pronounced carryhad) which is multiplied meaning of lover, partner and darling. You two are the synthesis of this word for me.
Ha. The world would be a better place if every1 was prescribed morphine daily! During the rave culture (late 80s / early 90s) ecstasy was the pill to pop. 'Dave one ball' had his testicles rearranged courtesy of an IED in Afghanistan. No one - and I mean no...
Thank you A. You and Mark need to go swimming under moonlight. A poem for all ages. Age is the strangest conundrum. Who wants to grow up, who wants to go back?
As per, you get me Mark (or, at least, try to see under the currents). Swam in thunderstorms? There's a trilogy of poems in itself. The UK is such a small island, at no point is one further than 70 miles away from the sea. One of our school friends (we...