Paul Hardwick · Dec 9, 2011
Start of a poem

A lot of
things can
happen, when you
walk down, your street,
with the people you see, and greet.
Mrs Love from number 22,
smiled towards me.
I put my head down,
and continued to walk on, eyes on the ground.
Not all people, to greet.

Mr Woodward gave me wave,
I waved back, in a sort of quick way,
then proceeded on my way.

Miss Layton caught my eye,
and would not give it back,
so I stopped for chat,
made sure there would be none of that.

Got to the florists,
sniff a few flowers,
then went back to sleep.

A lot of
things can
happen, when you
walk down your street.

Think this might be on going in my mind!!!

 
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