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- ITS A BAILEY
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- AND ANOTHER THING .. .
- Enter – the Thief
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when I was six years old in nineteen fifty-seven on a sunday morning with 2 way family favourites playing on the radio I came down late for breakfast which was a weetabix and I observed the actions … Continue reading
Listen .. . .. There’s always thunder in the distance The sound of war not far behind You can count the years on fingers Man’s lightning striking mankind down .. writtenbyedenbray12.11.2017
Facing Up (YOU BROKE MY HEART) … I CAN’T SAY ‘You broke my heart’ It hurts me too much I never knew you, we never spoke I never knew you that much .. .. The world it’s turning slowly Each and … Continue reading
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Oldfield Is taking the time whose taken the train or followed the line to where the end is before the beginning ? ? Whole nights wasted and forlorn pasted in albums with yellow ends torn…
the enigma .. .. tall, not short the enigma lives does not feel or feels too much refuses aid and scorns to trust with no desire to use a crutch .. alone again the enigma smiles investing dreams in hidden … Continue reading
And Another Thing .. . . Our expectations dwindle as we grow older which is a sad thing. We should always expect more than we can accomplish and reach for the unattainable. Like a relay-runner stretches to grasp the baton … Continue reading
Enter – the Thief ”’ Mercy is, yes mercy me, I find the battered key Opening dreams of mysterious dances you could not see Or touch, or feel, or understand with your mind Speaking words that glisten as fairy-dust that … Continue reading
HORSE .. .. One day I will walk off the face of the earth and there will be a kind of silence A gentle wind blowing, rustling the taller grasses, caught in golden clusters A bird’s call lost in the … Continue reading
In The Land Of Never Was I started ‘writing’ when I was fifteen just before I left school and yes, fifteen was too young to be leaving school but as we say – ‘that’s the way you did it in … Continue reading