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Cousin
They lived their lives not too far apart
Both in age as well as distance
Born to families true and strong
Their days where filled with laughter
For him she was the sister he never had, he just forgot to tell her
At 21 they left their homes to make their way and somehow their contact faltered
Then one evening after a concert pure with joy
In a crowded station she spotted his f...
Saturday 13th May 2017 8:11 pm
Formby
In Formby it never ever rains
Playground all summer long my early days
Playtime was forever then and there
Crowded caravan crammed with joy
Quick splash of water on the face
Dressing quickly, combed through hair
Breakfast rushed on happy faces
Checking windows for neighbour friends
Are they up, are they ready
And off we charge into seaside light
Yesterday's plans r...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:31 pm
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