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Oct 2018
Scaling a dizzy height I struggle to achieve, as the ladder wobbles my jegs become jelly.Β Β Step by step I grasp each rung, dreaming of the peak.

A secretary returns my smile, her note is exchanged in the wink of an eye.Β Β To race like formula-one and hit a perfect swing , the satelite spins as the thread is stripped.

She lived for golf and danced like James Brown whilst, I surfed the airwaves seeking a new sound.
Al
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Al  M/UK
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