Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering why so early? And yet life is ablaze with the light of these days so I rise. There’s sleep in my eyes I should have left that in bed but I never, washing my face instead does the trick. Picking out socks thinking how my life rocks, if Mother could…

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Back on the bay

I’d like a glass of lemonade clear and cool like Mother made so many years ago. a Summer filled with fun sand castles under the seaside sun a bun for tea with lots of jam and off we go again…

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Traffic

Some things hit you and like a speeding truck they.. ..no shit, really? Mum told me walk on the high ground away from the mad crowd, don’t let them grind you down, but I blew it away for a dime bag a day and romp in the hay now and then. Ah but we’re men…

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Northern Romantic

I shall have this dance and give it a whirl, you are the girl for me, but on a Saturday night at five o clock I go home to my mam for tea. I make you laugh you make me smile, your voice is a melody, but on a Saturday night at five o clock…

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