Jun 26, 2023

Beware modern Press gang are around

 What do you do, when find out don't belong in home town.

When the streets bring fear, no voices recognise. Old age or clear sense something gone very wrong 
Feelings like those appear to be experiencing can be just that. Or sign real change has happened.
My tribe just don't belong here.

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Let's indulgence with each other.

Perhaps it's my age, or part of the process of grieving,could simple be the time of year. But today well indeed this whole weekend. Feel...

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"