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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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THE TRANSLINK TRAINMAN
 
Wandering merrily along through old
Belfast town going to get the train home,
And of course to the station I come, now
you have to understand I was walking jauntily along
not a care in the world, and then who did I meet
 
Well I don’t know if you can believe this, the train man
I had meself a ticket, a free one ya understand, I’m a pensioner
Got that free travel thinge and there’s me with a high de high de doe
I present the free ticket to the train man, now I said to him
platform 3, but he said to me no it’s number 4 okay mister train man
says I to him, thinking you’d know, of course he would he’s the train man
 So there I am standing cheerfully waiting for the train home
 
And what do you know the train arrived on time good on you
mister train man you got that right, I boarded the train
settled meself in and though well here I am on my way home
But guess what that train man had done, put me  on the wrong platform
What could I do, on the express heading for Portadown not stopping
at my station so I did what any one would do. The only lines open to me
I cursed that train man from here to kingdom come.
 
Then I remembered a very, very important thing, I’m a pensioner
am I in any hurry to get to where I call home no. So I stopped
cursing the train man for having a laugh at me, settled down
and started whistling merrily as the train jauntily swung along.
Waved at my home as it passed me by and though I’ll get there anyhow..
The train man, on him I had the last laugh. I enjoyed my day out.





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