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Friendships, 1959


Friendships, 1959

He lay flat across the pavement,
his head in the gutter;
between each moan and retch
we could hear his mutter
that the earth was moving,
tossing him around,
so me and Sam lay beside him
on that cold, cold ground
and between the three of us
we held the world still
until the retching stopped
and he felt no longer ill.
And then we all got up,
brushed our clothing down,
and continued on our ramble
strolling back from town,
chatting about the birds
we'd met at the dance
and wondering whether we'd
ever really stood a chance.
Ah those Floral Hall Saturdays
finishing with the banter and the talk
ambling through the night
on our five miles home walk.
Wandering the country roads
with seldom a car in sight,
so peaceful and quiet on
a 1950's Saturday night.



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Friendships, 1959