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She signed the letter From your Saturday girl He remembered her well Her hair her bosom her smiles She made him her everyday man He would ..

Silly nonsense

He was her sunrise Her moonshine Her starlit night He was her cake in the oven Her breakfast in bed Her honey on toast Her sugar in coffee..

He serenaded her With moon so full The stars did smile And beam love right down Her lips were his This very night He prayed oh please ..

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Losing a loved one in a very traumatic way in 1982 to cope through life I’ve pushed her to back of mind Maybe not the best strategy after all ..

Fiction Two lovers that never meet at a bar but connect

A silhouette In the sunrise Surrounded by gulls And the odd pelican She bathed naked In the rays Golden hair shining At one With T..

Stupid I know I’m trying to write one ditty poem a day on waking to get me back I’ve been gone a bit

She found the identification Tag under the mat Swept away like dust Bright eyes looked up at her She didn’t recognise the girl She ha..