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To Sir with Love
Said the Letter in my tray
It wasn’t for me
It was an Ode to Billie Joe,
I turned and left the building
On a dark and windy night
I wandered, lost and alone,
I saw a church full of people
I knelt at the back
And told God, I am a believer
I threw of the chains of sadness
I felt a spirit inside
Lighting my fire, with love and desire
I said some...
Sunday 25th October 2020 8:41 pm
Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?
In that first perfect summer, that summer of love
when rifles bloomed and we turned on
and so nearly dropped out
in that year we met
and in the sun
we loved
despite clouds
that threatened us
and sought to break our love
a sad weight of parental love turned on
our first perfect summer, our first summer of love
In that first perfect summer, that summer of love
whe...
Saturday 30th June 2018 3:39 pm
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