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May 2018
We all have one
A favourite place
A hideout for just us
A place away from home
When you feel more at home
Than when your at home

The plane hit the concrete all smooth
The exit delightful
The heat hits my face
And the wind sweeps it past
I rush to the coast

The 5 mile beach, golden and pure
The ice cold sea
You stand there arms out wide
As if hugging the world
The sun smiles back down
You can't wait for sun down
When the lights turn on
The winding gilded white tiled streets
Bustle with lovers and laughter
The smell of the food
The alure of the language.
My head hits the pillow
Out like a light
Sleep so sound
Next thing it's light
Step out of the house
Into the morning hills
The strange smell of dew and diesel
I'm in love
Portugal
I want to say
Obrigado
Written by
ian macleod  36/M/uk preston lancashire
(36/M/uk preston lancashire)   
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