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FOWC with Fandango — Traffic

Bumper to bumper, row upon row, The woman in front on her phone Not watching, not concentrating, As we progress, she’s somewhere off with the fairies. Around me, there is a sense of resignation As inch by inch we move, … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Schedule

My neighbour the erstwhile Mr Fango was a man who stuck to a schedule like a spider to a fly. Yesterday was his day to go to town, and he was up and away by 7.30am. I know all this … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Balance

It was one step at a time One day at a time The balance precarious. So many factors to consider Morality, personal struggle Wishfulness, want and need. Reaching out you took my hand and I yours We walked the fine … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

I loathe the fact you have gone No goodbye, just a silence Are you dead? Are you ill? I feel abandoned Left to fend for myself As if I can be so easily discarded. I know life was not easy … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Tapestry

Threads interwoven The past melts in with the present The future dangles in the distance. A picture can be confusing The sense of the present Bent to shape a past That aches for a future When souls come together Making … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Euphemism

“It was sad news about old Ben,” announced John at breakfast. “Why what happened to him?” asked Mary “Carked it.” “He what?” “Carked it! Kicked the bucket. Went to the happy hunting ground. He died!” “Oh!” replied Mary, “why couldn’t … Continue reading

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FOWC with Fandango — Inspire

“I’m inspired,” I heard Mr Fango say through the fence. I looked through the hole in the fence to see Mr Fango standing in the middle of his backyard holding a shovel and a page from Home Magnificent. I could … Continue reading

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