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Liverpool
The Liverpool I know
I never felt I belonged
An observer
A watcher
Drinking in everything that came along
Revisiting memories so very clear
My city heart beats like I’m still here
Streets never changing
People stay the same
Time hasn’t dulled the reason for their fame,
I know I’m among them when I hear their cheerful roar
They clatter as they run by, with laughter ...
Wednesday 15th November 2023 7:27 pm
Eileen
Come on Eileen is not really you
Tell us more Eileen, is probably more true
With a life well lived and tales to tell
Life will be lesser now you're not here for the tell
Not quite a son, but a son-in-law
You once said we're close, we think so alike
You explained that we're both observers of people and life
Maybe sit in the margin to listen and learn
Well I learned from you with your spark...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:45 am
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