It's so easy to say you love me

But what do you mean by love?

Is it something you see in me,

Or a spirit falling from above?

You say I'm merely a nit-picker

Analysing everything to death

Yet I must be quite sure of you

To own your very last breath

Love is simply a word to others

So glibly pronounced for effect

But I dont want to fall for you

Only for you ...

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It was 1960

Only fifteen years after the War ended

(Though we did'nt know it) and the

Prevailing dogma, a brave new world meant

Knocking down brick terraces

(Often quite servicable)

To build ten-storey flats.

Kids like us played in derelict houses

Door-less and

Stripped of copper and roof-slates their

Dank stone cellars exciting with

What today they call memorabili...

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