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Digit at Glastonbury (NB:- Just to show he does go)

Digit loved to move to that rock and roll
so off to Somerset to find some he would go
there a festival fit for his favourite, the Queen
Damn he thought the Rolling Stones, a bad dream.

He set up his tent and prepared his day
if everything went well he wouldn't stay.
For a change as this was a gathering fair
He would target a young woman, plenty there.

Searching faces coming in, Oh folly, Oh folly
A young woman alone, with her goods and brolly.
“You look strong can I help you along the track?”
I’ll pitch your tent and help you to unpack.

“I will if OK with you pitch your tent over here”
Knowing her short night they would share.
“Thank you very much for help as you can see
First time here and there is only little ole me”.

Digit‘s inward smile nearly burst his jaw
His mind was racing at the thought of it all.
His helping hand to her was soon done
Later he smiled; I will be having some fun.

The music blared as the day flew on
some tired old groups trying to sing along.
The place was filling as the evening drew near
the young lady met him, she wanted to share.

“I came here on a whim of fancy”, she cried
“No family to bother me, and never a bride”
Digit said he was the same, his folks all gone
“Let’s just enjoy the music, we sing the same song”

Digit knew that this togetherness would not begin
how could he sort out his need, if feelings crept in?
The evening drew to a close for what only he knew.
He would squeeze her hand and her feelings grew.

Together in his abode they locked in frantic bind
His mind raced he couldn't afford the loving time.
He reached for his weapon selected earlier that day
ended her heaving, dragging her life in a red bouquet.

He removed one finger from her now white hand
He knew the police would not understand.
It could take them month’s to connect the kill
with the one on his holinight up on the Wirral

Late into the moons drop, he packed her things
Left them in his tent, he had fulfilled his dreams
He didn’t look back as he left the scene
a tent was standing where two had been.

He had heard of another place close by
Cheddar Gorge and a Cave what a place to die
He headed that way but tarried a while
to think on his actions with a broad smile.

Yours Ian T
Not a proper entry to the competition,
as I myself never go to these places lol

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I have an ongoing story of Digit, there are three serial bad killers on Neo,
There is Killer, Nevermore and of course Digit, Digit travels far and wide Khalid has even tried to capture him in Singapore but failed.
I arranged a beach party with them in the states, it was a great success..
Not sure where Digit is at the moment he is out there some place, last heard of on Route 66 going to a car festival lol.
Thanks for your comment, one of the very bad facets of Ian T, most of the others are Spiritual , then there is the average normal poetry lol. Take care out there I will see you as Spirit.
Yours Ian T ( Sparrow, Yenti and Digit if you are unlucky)

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you old son! Come and play with us again, Sir Gee and Killer would love to have another barbecue on the beach. I might even convince Nevermore to come along. ~ Geez.

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It will be a pleasure to have those three bad assed killers meat again lol.
I will have to try and contact Digit, But I guess he will accept your invite to another party where do you wish it to be it must be close as we are getting older now but Nevermore is so young, please try to find her for us.
Take care young one and no viruses it turns the meat off lol
Yours as always Ian ..

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Nevermore to see when, as she is very busy at the moment, as to where, you pick the spot and I will get Sir Gee, Killer and Nevermore there. Killer has taken flying lessons and now has a plane with good capabilities, so where shouldn't be a problem. Take care and say hello to the children for us. ~ Gee.

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