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Gravel

Letting Go
By Michael Allsopp

Have to let go

of a beautiful mind

It's gonna be cruel

It ain't kind

Why didn't I foresee it

When you put the world on me.

Have to let go

Of a beautiful book

Don't wanna read it

Don't wanna look

Should've skipped all the pages

When you put the world on me.

Have to let go

Of a beautiful soul

Stories spoken

And stories untold

Reeling me in on fishing line

When you put the world on me.

Have to let go of a beautiful fool

It is me and

Always will be

We can do this together

Like we done before

Shelter from the rain

At Pink Flamingos door

You say hello

And I'll wave goodbye

I don't want the world put on me.

Michael Allsopp 29.7.18

#manwith6olevelsandatutu

 
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Seasons Affecting
by Joy Hadaway

I woke this morning to a cold hard frost, the ground was hard and the grass was lost.

Mums and dad rush their children through the playground, hands in gloves and breathy greetings, now they're off to work for their many meetings.  

I rushed back home to the warmth and comfort to start the day's chores.  I can think of better activities that do not make me bored!

All I want to do is go to sleep like a little mouse in a bale of wheat.

I've a pile of ironing and beds to make, floors to vacuum and a cake to bake.

I must write some cards and make a shopping list, I've got appointments in the morning that cannot be missed.

Before I know it the clock has moved on!

I've worked non-stop but the ironing is gone.  Time for a cuppa and put my feet up what's on TV.  Oooh a hot sweet cup!

Oh dear what time is it?  I must've nodded off, I've got the school run today and I've developed a cough!  I hate this bloody winter the days go too quick.

One child has got the flu and the other is sick!

Roll on the spring time, the daffodils and longer days, for that improves my mind and changes my ways.

I crave the sun and the warmth on my bones, no sitting indoors tapping on phones.

A brisk walk through the fields and exploring the forest, the tent is up and the birds are in chorus!

Oh the promise of much warmer days, of ice creams and beaches on which we lay!  Children are laughing and running around, barbecues blazing and a funky sound.  People are happier when the sun in around, as for me in the winter I go to ground.

 
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THEY ARE GONE  by ANON*

You can shed tears that they are gone

Or you can smile because they lived

You can close your eyes and pray that they will come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all that they have left

Your heart can be empty because you can't see them

Or you can be full of the love that you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday

You can remember them and only that they are gone

Or you can cherish their memory and let it live on

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what they would want:

Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

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