Manchester (via salford) 16th December 2018
The on line post it notes
Continued to drop in my in box
Reminiscences from a female acquaintance
I knew since I was small.
Meet you by the market
Where the gluhwein flows
And the big tree is lit up by the national grid
So, off to town goes Charlie Brown
To meet his gorgeous tinker-belle
Wrapped up like a bug
All nice and snug
Where under the lights
Of Christmas bright, we walk round the stalls
Decorating the halls
And after a repast and a drink
A kiss in the square where
We met up, there.
The Inkwell 
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