Thoughts while walking home from the pub one recent night.
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summer
Dark Side of the Lawn
I love the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. Do you cut yours in a straight line or with a twist like this?
With thanks to Marcel L. for use of the image. Continue reading
I Scream at Ice Cream
It’s summer: the weather is scintillating (for a change); so what could be better than ice cream?
Summer Lovin’ (call me a cab)
A short story about the memories a beautiful summer can bring. Continue reading
Don’t Sweat It
The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.
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The day of walking by the lake with Thoughts on Epitaph my sunglasses also broke. It happened first, as did the idea for this; a poem about being kept in the dark.
Thoughts on Epitaph
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day.
N. P. Ryan 