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From A Clear Sky
She was like a breath of fresh air
Outspoken and straight as a die,
Her honesty was almost painful
Often it would make you cry
No hint of vagueness or deceit
Double meanings gone for good
Weasel words shown the door
With her I knew where I stood
Prevarications were not for her
She would let on the reason why
She never beat about the bush
She came true fro...
Friday 20th November 2020 11:07 am
Crossing
She volunteered at the hospice,
They'd seen off her old man fine
Daytimes she was a lollipop lady
Keeping kids safe with her sign
Then she took ill, her sight went
Gradually the kids put in peril,
A brain tumour behind her eyes
Still the kids relied on old Beryl
Sadly she gave up the hospice
Painkillers made her too weary
The kids noticed she was tired
Ge...
Sunday 25th October 2020 10:43 am
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