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The long and winding road. (4) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Have you any idea what it’s like driving here Especially in the desert hundreds of miles Long distances never agreed with me,driving Or did I want to take this trip in the first place? Not ‘til my Daughter called me three days ago God knows who she got tied up with this time After all we did for her .. sent her to boarding Nine years old. Yes I guess that was so young Didn’t see her much for the next seven years When she left home at sixteen. Now she’s 20 I never heard from her till now...? Oh dear. No doubt she won’t recognise me I’m aged. Divorced her mother three years last week I sit at home all day writing poetry. It’s a drug No I can’t stop writing n posting and critiquing Got divorced ‘cause of that. She hates poems Rhyming was also a problem , I talk in rhyme. On Sunday I talk in Biblical phrases. Don’t ask. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. !! Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 9th 2018. Episode (4) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
The long and winding road. (4)
The long and winding road. (4) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long and winding road. Have you any idea what it’s like driving here Especially in the desert hundreds of miles Long distances never agreed with me,driving Or did I want to take this trip in the first place? Not ‘til my Daughter called me three days ago God knows who she got tied up with this time After all we did for her .. sent her to boarding Nine years old. Yes I guess that was so young Didn’t see her much for the next seven years When she left home at sixteen. Now she’s 20 I never heard from her till now...? Oh dear. No doubt she won’t recognise me I’m aged. Divorced her mother three years last week I sit at home all day writing poetry. It’s a drug No I can’t stop writing n posting and critiquing Got divorced ‘cause of that. She hates poems Rhyming was also a problem , I talk in rhyme. On Sunday I talk in Biblical phrases. Don’t ask. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. !! Daddy hears you Baby. I’m still on my way. !!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 9th 2018. Episode (4) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
The slow madness caused by driving in the hot sun
philip-winchester
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
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