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2. Jun. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio In the past When he was alone, And had his own pad, He was still alone, But that was okay, Because he was alone, Like he was now. In the morning He would sit alone at the breakfast table Recovering from exhaustive Drunken bedlam, Surviving another evening Without killing himself. Having had a Nutritious meal Of grain cereal, Low-fat milk -- Sometimes with a kiwi fruit -- He would listen to The classical broadcasts. A lonely dark apartment of the evening Would become a morning home To him with the curtains unveiling An eastern sun to him; There they could Be alone together Awake, alive and free. He reflected, "O Night, you did terrible things to me." Description: Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Old Pad, Original Date: 19960602 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20180909. The author here reveals his feelings for a place he used to live and the terrible ni...

2. Jun. 1996 By Alex Nuttall - Bio A bird came through my window, "Tweet!" It did say to me and then It flew away Just as soon as it had Appeared, It was a wee little angel, It had come to give me an Important message: "Tweet!" Bird From Moscow Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: In June, Original Date: 19960602 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811. Birds are messengers and thus are like angels. Keeping it simple they can awaken a spiritual awareness by their directness and they fearlessness. Keywords: Birds, Angels, Spiritual, Fearlessness