In the sixties

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The last decade before the big three score

and ten. Best to keep on the move, evolving then?

A rolling stone gathers no moss, they say; not in

Keith's  head, anyway. Soon it will be the freezing season

With all those greens and reds – the hollies and the ivy

and the grateful dead. The starship could fly us, fly us clean away,

But most of us are yard birds, creatures of home, I’d say.

Some of us need pacemakers, others are just troggs,

On this our wedding day the Fairport Convention is logged.

We like our perky coffee with cream and when we’re done

Opening doors politely,  the pretty things turn and run.

Surrounded by hoards of byrds, who have the moody blues.

Zombies-all small faces, with smaller souls now too,

There's kinks in their armour, the animals flee the zoo.

Scared witless on Halloween, by ghouls, ghosts and beetles

The Spencer Davis Group spend their time avoiding needles.



Paralysis ►


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John Marks

Fri 1st Nov 2019 21:00

Thanks Ray. Yep Becky. J

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Fri 1st Nov 2019 20:30

A roller coaster of nostalgic delights interwoven in a clever way John. Keep on remembering, it rounds out the souls of us older fellows.


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Becky Who

Fri 1st Nov 2019 17:41

Love it. Do we play "who gets the most references?"

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