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Jan 2022
Though old

and hands semi broken by time

fingers still cradled cigarettes and wine,

they spoke of you:

caught by age but vibrant enough to do the dance you wanted,

full of life as the shell was cracking,

talking with glorious yapping,

not allowing the beating of the clock to take its toll

with all that sunshine in your soul.



Empty seats emptier without you there,



I love you,



take care.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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