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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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Working reflections
Screech of drilling, thudding of hammers
All sounds, that once made up my life.
I hear the same sounds as I sit in my car
Today they have no relevance to me.
Homes being converted now mean wages
for another person. All I do is sit and listen
as I wait patiently to drive a friend home.
Although I do reminiscence about old times.
Remembering the thud of tools tossed into
the car boot at the end of the day. Hard times
worthwhile times, but now, those times are
reflected in the lines etched upon my face.
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