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Mar 29

my neighbour in eilat
what an amazing chap
i wanted to know his story

but he was far too canny
so secret he
he was silent

the only thing he ever said
was never run
i had that feeling

so i went to consult with tom
storm clouds were brewing
he played the beatles

early stuff and after adjusting
his cigarette holder
would play mr postman

by the carpenters
in this hiatus
he gave me an odd look..

which kind of meant
go to dahaabΒ Β and
enjoy yourself

so i did
this was eilat and dhahab of the early eighties.
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
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