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Feb 2014
Mind Body andΒ Β Soul.
I remember well the first time those three words entered my vocabulary in the same sentence, and later entered my consciousness in so many different ways.
The bottom of the first stairwell at Oliver Bond Flats.
They cost five quid each,
upon a hopeful summer's day........

"Mind Body and Soul" my friend said.............
his name was Jay, he's long since dead.
But at the time everything was very much alive.
A few young souls, just striving to get by.

Finding ways to laugh,
and **** the pain.
L.S.D, and squidgy black.
Days spent chasing Mary-Jane.
Wandering our city,
lost wandering our minds.
Not knowing what we're looking for.
Truly the blind leading the blind.

All those different faces,
I wonder where they smile these days?
What kind of light then graced their paths?
How many made it from the haze?
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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