Open Poetry #34 |
Whatever on the hoof |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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The fear of a static environment called "Services" that gives you that extra money for your preparation to kiss goodbye to a woman who feeds the family. No longer a supplement to a coming home each day that gave that little extra on your neighbours as she paraded on those occasions. Now she mixed with soldiers, now she wasn't some shy woman to be bossed. Now she was dynamic, up to the minute and forelost. Now she returns to a life. But who can she return to She has changed and understood That life is not Just a Bolt that needs Undoing |
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since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I meant to say on the end "that I should have written this for someone, a long time ago". Balancing up I suppose but not part of my life, except as it was part of my life, in a life that mattered then, and I just read the writing. Dave |
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