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Liverpool
The Liverpool I know
I never felt I belonged
An observer
A watcher
Drinking in everything that came along
Revisiting memories so very clear
My city heart beats like I’m still here
Streets never changing
People stay the same
Time hasn’t dulled the reason for their fame,
I know I’m among them when I hear their cheerful roar
They clatter as they run by, with laughter ...
Wednesday 15th November 2023 7:27 pm
Jigsaw
JIGSAW
Brunette. Blonde
Black. Grey
I am auburn.
Hazel. Green
Brown. Blue
I am Grey.
Tabs, blanks
Pockets, sockets
Corners, middles
I am unique.
Flat pieces; four points
Innies and lock
The back
always Grey
Without me, you are not complete
With me, we are replete
A needle in the haystack
melancholic morning
Smea...
Saturday 29th January 2022 8:03 am
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