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Rooftop Reverie

The sweetest memories hang
like negatives
in the dark room of my mind
I develop them occasionally
picturing again 
more exciting times

Yellows and browns begin to wash
across the leaves outside my window
I haven’t seen you in the flesh
since those shoots were new
it feels so long ago

We ran through those streets
as if we owned them
spinning endlessly from bar to bar
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Take That Lock Down Gig (In Case You Missed It)

No ticket stress, no queueing at the gate or arena door

A concert like no other we have ever attended before

The front row of my kitchen, sat in my favourite chair

Glass of wine, singing loud, waving my arms in the air

Take that, reunited, straight from their home into mine

The Greatest Day of lock down, together they did Shine

 

Vintage Mark, up his ladder, in his garage full...

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The Lock Down Bank Holiday

Hooray, the bank holiday is here at last

Like no other we have endured in the past

No fairground rides, no trips to the zoo

No standing in line in a never ending queue

No party in the park, no festival by the sea

No soggy picnic or polystyrene cups of tea

No melted ice cream, no fish and chips

No worrying about a lifetime on those hips

No steam train journeys, no rides on t...

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Lockdownfunday trip

I really don't know better

We like to share a bottle of wine and quaff it down with ease

Should we have another? Go on then, yes please

When we think we've had enough

And in the morning we'll be rough

We pour ourselves another glass and stuff ourselves with cheese

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We've Not Had Fun For Ages

You can have too much of a good thing

When even the taste of caviar palls

Our line is more like periwinkles

We live mostly within these walls

 

We've not had fun for ages

Lately I've felt an urge to break free

Why not the funfair or Ilkley moor?

If only your specialist would agree

 

Your arthritis is a bit of a downer

One-way traffic to vegetation

At my age I ha...

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Fill me.

Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.

Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.

 

Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.

Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.

 

Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.

Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.

 

Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.

Covering all lu...

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