My morning began
Taking bluebells to Mother
Maybe the last time
However ~ the less I come
The closer our next meeting

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My morning began
Hunting for the Early Worm
Fuel for my life
It's a well fed blackbird sings
The most exquisite love songs

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My morning began
Stealing that which was not mine
This is my nature
The Divine Hand that made me
Bade me thrive ~ so I obey

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I remember smoke
On the wind, always warning
Of approaching fire
Out with the long handled shovel
And beat beat beat all night

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The fire is beaten
And we see the damage done
All the loss of life
What better time to remember
Those friends that touched our hearts

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I have always said
You get one fire, you get more
There's always some fool
With more matches than sense
More paraffin than brain cells

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Pink tracks leading East
Beckon the early morning train
Rattling dawn-wards
Soon I shall ride those rails again
Until the wheels turn the pink to gold

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Ines

I saw that glance
As you looked back
Your eyes so brown
Your hair so black.

Those perfect lips
A sculptors dream
That oval face
Your skin like cream

You hair like silk
Down that sweet back
I wish you'd looked
At me like that!

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Goodbye Charlton Heston

Goodbye Charlton Heston

I shall miss your acting skills
Your epic movies and the thrills.

You may have been too fond of the gun
Or did it protect your place in the sun?
Surrender it now, this race is run!

To many you are the eternal charioteer
Now you're racing to a new frontier!

I know the Girls will miss you here.

(13th April 2008)

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