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I will never forget the sound of that foghorn
that cut a path through the fog
of those long ago nights,
or the
stars like the whites of my eyes
twinkling as they danced across
those Morecambe Bay skies.

I must go to visit the lighthouse
I might even give it a hug
for making my childhood
so special.
A semi-pro
improving though
but
still a way to go.

But Facebook folk
know most things
about everything,
they are the
scientists
dramatists
professional escapologists
and
they're all here,
in someone's Face..

the ...book becomes incidental
to the plot..
I liked her but she's
gone
barking mad
which is sad
because
she used to be such
a ***** cat
but
enough of that,
lock the loony up

tough love is tough
global something
is doing something
and they're blaming it
on cows farting.
I drive the screwdriver through my own heart and
Stuff the open wound with my fist and
Swaddle myself in threadbare cloth and
Get to work,
Gathering up the pins to
Try and stitch my skin back together again.
worse, each time
And now
they're telling me that the results
came back negative,
I hate to say this
but
what did they expect?
it's a fuking X-Ray,

But things are never straightforward
that's why I take a step back
and ask for a second opinion.
Haha
Facebook is fun,
I've just been looking at a game
and it says,
it's harder than it looks

I don't give two flying ducks
I'm not playing it anyway
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