Jan 2, 2017

Wish l knew what it feels like to be free 2017


As l drove out of our village this morning awaiting all was a Police also known as Filth cameravan,
But you see the drug dealers will still walk free
The dope fiend pushing his stuff round the c'streets will still be fine
The burgler that worked last evening will still sleep well
Thieves walk unaffected

But the motorist a few miles over the limits will be punished 
hassled,fined,and treated like the scum of the earth.
2017
Somethings never change

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Like a end of the journey period.

Feeling unclear about few things recently, accepting that some days just normal plus grey. Watching movies little interest ,picture house sh...

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"