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The Changing Breeze
Before the demolition
Turned my old Street
Into rubble
I went to steal some memories
Of our laughter & our struggle
I went to hopscotch down
The chalk lines of the past
Play tag with the echoes
Of ones who didn't last
Time had aged the street
Like a persons face too old
It wore the strain of many toils
From the ending of 'black gold'
I wal...
Sunday 1st August 2021 10:36 am
Me v The Moon
Nestled upon a pillow of cloud
The moon sat, big and fat
As I watched it from my garden
In a cul-de-sac
It didn't really do much
Just illuminate the sky
But, then I thought: that alone
Makes it a greater thing than I !
Tuesday 1st December 2020 1:31 pm
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