Jan 4, 2018

THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY 
TIME IN THIS AREA 
OF THE NORTH EAST
 HAS BEEN SILENCE

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Winter tale now Xmas gone.

 It appears from stories communicated to myself. That winter doing its harsh event across the miles. Simply enjoying long walks across flat ...

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"