In the festival of winter
You can become a little
Or a lot skinter
So be careful of your spend
Or the Debtor's Prison
You will end
#130story
(10 stories)
In the festival of winter
You can become a little
Or a lot skinter
So be careful of your spend
Or the Debtor's Prison
You will end
#130story
#130story
Winter, Eighty Sumfink
Don't You Want You Baby
I fancied brunette
Mates fancied blond
Years ago
And?
Dance
Have middle aged fun
The Fairytale of New York
A tune. Played by the Pogues
Their name in Irish was “pog mo thoin”
Look it up....what a… https://t.co/9Aea7IJ2t7
The towels lay on the bed waiting for the guests. I put the face cloths on top at an angle. She moved them. Subversion by flannel. #130story
Winter blew in on a storm;
Hail and rain her heralds.
Now she settles,
Her fog skirts draping
And misty hair
Stealing the light.
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The markets are seeing a flurry of panic. They say the coins have no value yet all value is only perception. Prices go up or down. #130story
Winter Solstice
In the white months, when
the sun stands still in the sky,
we hearken for hope.
#130story
#Solstice
#WinterSolstice
Less daylight. Hens cease laying. Shop bought inferior eggs. Roll on spring and 1st tasty fresh egg of the year #130story
The bobble hat heralds the first day of winter. As the temperature drops and a dusting of snow, out come the fleece… https://t.co/ywG9rD8YmS
Winter can splinter
And temperatures can rise
Then midges emerge
Much to my surprise
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