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harmattan



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Member Since: 10 June 2009
Last visited: 11 June 2009
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8 Points 10 Years!
Name stephen west
User Name harmattan
Specialism Non-Fiction
Location Other International
Interests food and drink, music, cinema history
Profile Let me live out my years in heat of blood Let me die drunk with the dreamer’s wine Let me not see this soul-house built of mud Go toppling to the dust a vacant shrine Let me go quickly like a candlelight Snuffed out just at the hey-day of its glow Give me high noon...... then let it be night Thus I would go And grant me, when I face the grisly thing One haughty cry to pierce the grey perhaps Oh let me be a tune-swept fiddle string That feels the master melody..... And snaps.

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THE SUN ALSO SETS by harmattan Word Count: 924
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True story of a dangerous sojourn in Spain on a fishing boat during a religeous cerempny, (and a Hemmingway spoof!) 
10 Jun 2009




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