First Thursday
I go back there sometimes
for coffee and to see some
old familiar faces from
first school days,
~
older sporting foes too,
to relive closely fought
local derby games,
~
but secretly it’s the places
that truly take me back,
some unchanged sixty
years or more,
~
forgotten benches knee
deep in nettles no longer
cradle young lovers’ trysts,
~
sa...
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