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I'll Get My Coat
I'll Get My Coat
The weather girls sang "it's raining men"
but not here, it's just raining. Again
Just pissing down with bloody rain
gallons of water, down the drain.
When will it stop? Who bloody knows
I wish it was winter, it might have snowed,
a light drizzle would make a change
instead of this heavy, driving rain.
The housebound dog with full bladder
won't go out but watches the sp...
Thursday 16th June 2016 4:16 pm
The Ghost Of Summer
The Ghost Of Summer
A leaded cloak that settled on the bay,
forewarned us of the chaos yet to rise
from deep within the boiling soup of grey.
The thunderheads that blocked our sunny day
and scattered tears of winter from their eyes –
made all the basting bathers go away.
The crystal spume of effervescent spray
that settled on us, causing such su...
Monday 22nd April 2013 6:54 pm

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