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All that glitters is not gold Shall we settle for platinum or diamonds In the metoo woke world of nowadays I imagine wolf-skinned lawyers hunting in packs Fifty years from now when embers will have all died Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Now that the party is over, except at Number Ten What are the little helpers going to do until next year Will they be dipped in brine and locked in the larder Until the good old Saint Nicholas shall bring sacks of gold To buy them out of their unbecoming fate Perhaps this is what […]
A young black beauty offers a sweet smile Strike the pose for a moment of posterity Torn and sandblasted jeans fishnet stockings Orange blouse, gold powder and golden waist chain Suddenly the masquerade commotion seems to a stop Like a rainbow in a stormy sky until she fades away Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 […]
The white men came years ago with their guns and their greed, they are the strangers Tens of thousands of years before this, the aliens came from the stars They brought their Gods and the secret knowledge with their starships They buried the ships and settled among us, they taught us all we know The […]