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Salford, 30th December 2018 The seconds tick on by With each single grain of sand Falling softly into the hourglass Each second passing Moments in history As the grains keep falling And Father Time watches As his birthday approaches And it’s time to shave the beard off
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Salford 23rd September 2018 I remember the day i first bought them, fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in so over the next few days – i wore them in the house…
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#Promptuarium 13th September 2018 Hidey Holes in the place where I rest my head hold memories, to recall and to cherish programmes of events and photographs uniform pins of times gone by Old cameras look on in awe as 24 stills turn to 48 turn to over a 100 as film turns to cartridge and…
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Awkward A moment occured when you expressed your affection for that girl at the bus stop with a kiss…only for the romance to die when you shuffled about against the bus stop pole – in full view of the remaining passengers, it might seemed dramatic – and some old ladies smiled (all you could do…
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Salford 17th March 2018 Wrinkle Another day goes by Another crease forms on the face A new laughter line joins by the eye Age they say is a concept You can be young – even after fifty, Experts say (at the age of thirty) I smile at that assertion as i look at next doors…
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Structure Old decayed leaf melts into the moss on the car park tarmac as it disappears into memory but look at its veins and bones as it fades into the mud and you’ll see a remembrance of the mighty tree it once was part of.
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Salford 6th June 2016 I don’t know really whether or not the change of use of the building on the corner of my street is a blessing or a curse. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against development – before the past owners of the building left – the department of work and…
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