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My Ghostly brother..???
Robert you have
you have so secretly
become the ghostly brother of mine
that i did not know i had.
In the picture i have
that mother gave to me
you lie in the bottom left corner
on a wooden bench
barely being able to consider
that a be lovable soul was once even there
by its faded colors it express
And sometimes when I try to recapture
at least one memory I might have of you,
ther...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:19 am
Me Myself and I----A Mermaids Song
Jameson Archers Bells
Gordon's Captain Morgan Smirnoff
Guinness Tia Maria Baileys
Pernod Carlsberg and Strongbow
Days made up of these.
Sunny Days
Silk Cut days
Silk Cut nights
Sand between the toes
Blue water
white blue skies
music disco
Breakfast on the Pier
Days well made
tailored to suit
Cruisi...
Thursday 11th February 2010 8:09 pm
Singing Loud and proud!
Singing loud and proud!
It's Saturday's game
we go away on the train
spirits not dampened
by the torrential rain
Arrive on their patch
like lions in a pack
sometimes attacking
sometimes attacked
Moving on together
that tribal mentality
I know its not right
but it is the reality
Finishing our beers
...
Tuesday 19th August 2008 6:27 pm
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