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Heaven was 1977. See how the Vauxhall Viva rusts aside shooting rhubarb, How the shed tumbles in golden creosote, A gate latches with a clunk and there I stand on pebbledash shed tile, Pushing red Raleigh Grifter to shed with  the family rides. A cat slinks towards a Whiskas tin a rattling under winding can opener and I am back in 1977. Heaven was 1977. Vicky Kingsford was by my side. Sun played on my home and I was in heaven.
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Heaven was 1977
Heaven was 1977. See how the Vauxhall Viva rusts aside shooting rhubarb, How the shed tumbles in golden creosote, A gate latches with a clunk and there I stand on pebbledash shed tile, Pushing red Raleigh Grifter to shed with  the family rides. A cat slinks towards a Whiskas tin a rattling under winding can opener and I am back in 1977. Heaven was 1977. Vicky Kingsford was by my side. Sun played on my home and I was in heaven.
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
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