that time of the year...
it's back here again
with it's punch and it's nip-
it's strange circle smile
and it's constant drip, drip...
it won't go away-
it is such a tease-
you can beg all you like
and even say please...
it leaves little scars
and blows cold and hot
with twisting 'n turning-
it refuses to stop...
it makes you stand still-
take stock of your days-
then clouds up your mind
and leaves a strange haze...
it could be much worse-
at least you're still here-
just party away
with the one you hold dear...
Joy Weare.
21st March, 2007.
For my brother Ian.
Hope the day was OK
xx LOL xx
Joy
x
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