Jul 21, 2016

SUMMER THE UMPTEEN TIME

Weather is warm,hot,sunny
Being English we so not used to this
we breathe with difficulty
complain
The scum nearby smokes dope uses drugs
playing music loud
After the third day many asking `where the rain`?
l go back in my mind"feel the touch of her fingers"

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Do you see you in your LIFE direction. Do you value you in the stuff of LIFE that happened to you.

Sometimes  just feel like to switch off from people, only be available on certain conditions.  Despite all my communications like to be the ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"