She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain

The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied

Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...

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The evening wears on

While outside in the garden

Golden leaves cling on

The light is just right

For us to enjoy the night

Cradling a belly of joy

Not a girl or a boy

Crisps, dips and all the chocs

You are mine

A love on the rocks

Binging another show

In the warmth of the TVs glow

Mine is growing

increasing, expanding and showing

My telly bel...

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Dear Kate

The challenges of the jungle, have stood you in good stead

little did you know back then, a greater battle lay ahead

As a celebrity in the jungle, your personality shone through

supported by your lovely family, justifiably, so proud of you.

The interview this morning, so touching, presented in your style

despite the pain and suffering, you still managed to raise a ...

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“Mum, what’s that noise?” asked Johnny Duboise

as he sat on the comfy settee.

“Its your father”, she replied as the dishes she dried,

“say’s he’s trying to set his mind free”.

“By singing a song?” he asked with a grin

as he as he looked for the TV remote.

“He says that he’s chanting” she replied with a smirk,

“sounds to me more like he’s panting!”

“Is he gonna be ...

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ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE

Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.

The telly is on but the sound is off,

All About Eve plays on the stereo,

soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.

The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter

as here it is timeless.

Bev drinks a glass of wine

while I have the rest of the bottle

and a full bottle of Thunderbirds.

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You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world

Tatoo Suzi

your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets

of Camden Suzi

where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows

your hair Suzi

we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge

your bridge Suzi

Break the broken heart

paint the damned soul dark

shut the shut down mind

...

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