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Carpet Burns
pulled the rug from under me
left me sprawling on the floor
dispensed with the courtesies
heading straight for the door
he's gone now I'm over him
he'll do the same to another
its my fault, I ought to have
listened to my poor mother
that touch yet wands my face
his hands so large and strong
my future is unknown, I'll be
left without him for so long
...
Monday 8th February 2021 10:54 am
Going Nowhere Fast
At first glance we can safely claim to have it all
An observer would say we had a bright tomorrow
Yet beneath this glimmering facade lies darkness
The prospect of pain and possibly, sorrow
I met you at the Albany races when my ebb was low
Fast thoroughbreds reflected in your hazel eyes
We lost our shirts but won each other's hearts
For people like us there was no greater ...
Wednesday 19th August 2020 10:55 am
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