Spinning swirling flying swooping
Winter approaching but yet so far
The hillsides are dry with green afar
The farmer reaps but yet he sows
Seedlings planted all in rows
Another gift was yet discarded
Flew for miles left broken hearted
Trees planted on sides of roads
Then left to fend amongst cattle and toads
Climb those steep hills
Take in the cool air
Feel it in your chest
Now it’s time to rest
Watching the birds again
Effortlessly gliding and swooping as once again
You struggle to understand the why
You’re so wry yet painfully shy
Climb the hill what’s on the other side
Greener pastures I heard the cries
Go forth make the change
You whisper as the chain
Slowly unravels from ankles
Sailing adrift without any paddles
The calm descending on quiet thoughts
Not a breeze to rustle leaves as something caught
Your eyes a twinkle
With every wrinkle you realise
Now it’s time
aussie nurse
could be worse
good old jack
no comin back
from that
dizzy
op art!
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Is it the jack that made you dizzy?
Or Aussie nurse who’s name might be Lizzie
Is it COVID you are suffering from?
Hoping you are resting and
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who knows anymore?
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Do you have a tune to whistle to? Or where is the op art at? 3D glasses remember these ?
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yes stp is sufficient until the cd change
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Interesting choice. Which album?
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little songs from the vatican gift shop
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