Love of Lowry

It must be daylight, twilight, moonlight or midnight blue, no other colour would or will ever do to capture the glorious colour of you. What words could I pen how and when should I use them? they only confuse me beat me and bruise me, but blue’s always with me and she’s always there…

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Ripped off Van

Whatever happened to the Filofax, to Max Headroom, and the oil boom? I must have have been asleep because they disappeared in the face of technological advancement leaving me with outdated equipment, electrical cars and a yen for old comedy shows, thankfully, though sleeping I kept myself primed, just need to catch up and match…

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