‘sixty eight

two penneth of chips and trips t’ bay school’s out for Summer we’re all on holiday and the budgie died last night, but dad said, it flew away. The Beatles on the telly some yellow submarine, being young back then in Lancaster was just like living in a dream and ice cream after dinner from…

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Holidays 2

   ..and I was thinking of her across the landing to the right of me room three.   She was in my eyes a goddess   I suspect I was less in hers.   I engineered a meeting between the bathroom and laundry closet positive that I could shine,   sadly it was not to…

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Holidays

  It was the seaside and raining, Noddy was not at the fair.     I stayed in the guest house read books took long walks around the breakfast room,   Summer, I listened to Donna she was on one of the radio stations.   The sand looked the same yellowish and grainy through the…

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Going home

It possesses you depresses you but you’re Morecambe rock through and through. I approach the trough of Bowland Northwest lowland, but high land and wooded too new ideas spring to mind yet like the branches of a tree I unwind into a Winter sleep ideas will keep they always do…

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