Aug 16, 2016

The nights are getting darker and cooler


Yes it appears to have been a slow summer 
Had some dry weather and hot Sunny days, even in this northern town in rural backwaters
Life is tough 
It not going to get any easier 
We got labour elder`s, nostalgic for a world that never existed. Blind to the damage 
Labour policies have done to many generations.
We need a new very different politic.
 Angry. . . feel need a kiss from God.
Side with the vulnerable as many local to myself are struggling
I see little hope.
Perhaps finding the politics of Bruce Cockburns and Che necessary in these times
"If l had a rocket launcher that son of a bitch"would die.


Not taking life too seriously
 building sandcastles
 along the highways of life



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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
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