Rumour
Magpies on the fence
Chortling over a rumour
Nothing's
black and white
Dinner discussions
Rumour and rhubarb crumble
Tickling
the tastebuds
There is a rumour
I'm withdrawing from the fray
But
the fires burn yet
Train
Train standing ready
Passengers all sitting down
Timetable
lying
You cannot train men
To put loo seat down, or clean...
It's
anathema
A clockwork train set
Rusting deep in the attic
Winding
down like me
Mask
Mask of sanity
Slipped into depths of despair
Revealing
his pain
Her face was a mask
When peeled, her face still a mask
So
very scary
Old Venetian mask
Never attended a ball
Eyeless
and pointless
Code
Genetic coda
DNA Plus for humans
A
code of ethics
Gamblers' winning code
Never hand over losses
Play
another hand
Oh, damn, dot dot dot
I have to dash off to work
What's
morse code for 'sick'?
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