@130story Slipped slates and broken wondows, grass in the guttering and weeds at the door. Once there was life but… https://t.co/imLtrSYgRL
It needed more than tea to cure this one. Steam filled her nostrils as she breathed in the sweet brew and thought deeply. @130story
There was something about this, his latest creation, which had masterpiece written all over it. Would others see it as he did? @130story
That's all it needed, no words spoken, just THE look and he knew he had spoken out of turn. He would suffer later for sure! @130story
The childrens eyes were out on stalks, suddenly, there he was, white beard, red coat, the lot. Now, where did he come from? @130story
What was once just the skeleton of an idea was now printed and in her hand. How would it be received? she waited nervously @130story
Hereyes opened,realisation of events to come that day filtered into her conscious thoughts. Flutters of excitement waved over her @130story
Sorry, what's that you say?
Didn't quite hear
'its Poetry Day'
What's it all about?
You'll have to SHOUT!