My diary today

The widdle on the sands, a war time missed take of a film about food
Caught between the devil and a deeply rooted tree,she submitted with resignation.Then she got a job in the swivel circus which paid as well but men never let her moan.
His mark is worse than  blight.
After marriage, they made love lightly in full colour.
When in doubt,play with trout.
Curiousity thrilled our chatterboxes.
Gossip makes me shy with horror.
I have a deep sense of shame about being a wife and livewire.
Why does cricket seem so monocular?

When was Britain so trite?
We once believed we owned half the world but was it the top or bottom?
We have nothing to fear except leering elves.

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history, literature and music.
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