My head is burning with her gripes Why am I always wrong not right? Continually Her heart will always be with mine To keep it…
Comments closedMy head is burning with her gripes Why am I always wrong not right? Continually Her heart will always be with mine To keep it…
Comments closedUp hill, down dale, by river and by loch in mountains and in valleys new have you ever met him, as you walked Stopped for…
Comments closedStrangers, who are they? Just someone you have never met… Are they different? Are they queer? Or just someone who isn’t dear? … Don’t be…
Comments closed003: The Cat Tray They no longer use it Since they’ve passed away One we had for ten years when the other came to stay…
Comments closedSkin as soft as Silk Crying out to be touched A neck as graceful as a Swans Light and Dark shadows Gliding smoothly over it…
Comments closedWhen all the folk in Aberdour Go down the Cedar for a jar The air is filled with reeking smoke It’s just enough to make…
Comments closedIt is wonderful to have friends Seldom seen, But forever in one’s heart. More often than not, out of mind, Forgotten, in the blur of…
Comments closedThe Aladdin’s Cave of Aberdour At 7, Shore Road, it sits Just waiting for that opening door When folk from near and folk from far…
Comments closedIraq, Iran, Afghanistan Three countries, all devoid Of hope No love of life, no drink, no dance Fundamentally, they advance To go there is to…
Comments closedI sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs These wooden frames contain for me forever The memory of your smile Do they feel…
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