One Summer day in 1967

It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…

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Archways in the sand

Thundering and you’re still wondering if it’s going to rain? what’s wrong with you? this is Summer British style. So we paint that smile on umbrella up and it’s back to the beach. teach an old dog new tricks but he’ll still die and you. might as well enjoy the view of the wind farm…

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That Punch and Judy thing

Does the writing do the thing for you? is it good for you? what would you like to do? is the writing alright with you? I task myself with the quill will myself to write and in the shortness of a Summer night when the girls are pretty and their clothes are light it’s not…

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The butterfly house

it was easy to turn our dreams into reality and then our wishes all came true, except for you (because you were as thick as pigshit) we could say that to a friend, (friends to the end) that’s a bit of a childhood haunt come back to haunt me and we went up t’park larked about clambered…

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Turnstiles

Laughing? it’s flamin’ hysterical Summer and June soon be July wonder why It’s raining. Craning my eyes just to see if time flies in a straight line, and it’s true what they say that every man has a way of dealing with feelings. The overview. Do it now and do it how you want it…

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British Summer time

Rain, like beads of sweat rolling down the window, same as it’s always been, dripping almost silently to flow eventually into the greater sea from whence it came…

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Connections

I watch myself in retro going through the motions growing up.   It’s kind of strange like all the furniture’s been rearranged and someone’s cut my hair   it never was that long except the Summer so it seems it was and I was wrong and short pants.   sandals? jeezus we kids were vandals…

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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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