Ranting free and easy round folk clubs and open mikes. Self Publishing my third collection, hopefully, before I pop my clogs. Born a foreigner, was washed ashore by the tide of life, and dragged up around manky manchester till 30 Life went on and on forever till now at 66 I am fully fledged and ranting to my hearts content
Battling against that final enemy, The detritus of a gobshite town, Waves cheerily at me, The news fluttering and dancing in the breeze, While I gasp and wheeze, My way uphill, To a kind of home, A place of temporary salvation.
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we live alone (31/12/2015)
singing the same old song (06/02/2015)
Poets Good and Bad (25/05/2014)
Some people have it, some don't (25/04/2014)
lets go fracking (25/03/2014)
dear arsehole (25/03/2014)
Mr Putin (24/03/2014)
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