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Stranger
was lovely last Christmas
hugs amid a snow storm
face so bright and caring
mind in such good form
sharp, as bright as a pin
enjoying tinsel and pies,
no hint of grief to come,
warmth yet in grey eyes
change, a new confusion
not sure of time or day,
struggled finding words,
shopping, lost her way
I know his face, where...?
why cant I remember?
...Saturday 12th December 2020 10:32 am
You Think Too Much
It started when you saw me with Moira
Taking coffee in a bistro in Maine
Old friends innocently chewing the cud
Rendered yu distraught, quite insane
Two and two does not make five
Whichever way you try to slice it
Time to chill and cut me some slack
Or I'll reach for my hat and quit
Of course you know Moira perfectly well
I went to school with her brother
Ye...
Sunday 16th August 2020 11:24 am
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