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The Tracks Of My Years
The Tracks Of My Years
We sat cross legged in summer dusk
A smoky haze passing through
Admired artwork airbrushed
In fantastic swirls of colour
Reading words in synchronised
Staccato with the music
Flowing from the stereo
Simpler times
Longer hair
No aching joints
I wish we could do that again
But friends disappear like exhaled smoke
And some a...
Thursday 16th June 2022 7:30 pm
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