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Rocking And Rolling And Wringing Wet
We were ambling in leathers down Florida Mall
When the sky caved and showed us its power
Like lightning it dropped, pure cats and dogs
What hip street cats call a power shower
Rocking and rolling and wringing wet
All conventions shot out of the window
The beat of Nature kicked in from nowhere
Man, can you dig that wind blow!
A summer storm cools down the street
...Monday 31st August 2020 10:42 am
Drowse
Drowse
When there are no mirrors
I am young again
Sitting in the warming glow
of distant years
The aches and pains
will all be gone tomorrow
The days are long
and never seem to grey.
Parents are in another room
just out of hearing
The T.V has three channels
all black and white
Three meals a day
are sitting on the table
The bonfire smoke
creates the evening dusk.
Another time I...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 7:49 pm
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