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Old Sailor Fisherman

A grizzled old man Each wrinkle on his aged face Told volumes of his boat excursions Where weather and cold days at sea Shrunk his skin into, scared creases. Waves, at times, higher than his old white hair Crashed thunderous … Continue reading

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Please Sir May I?

In 1963 I was still in touch with some old school friends and like most nineteen year olds was obsessed with girls, smart clothes, girls, spots, hanging out with my mates, girls, cars, acting hard, having a pint  and (did … Continue reading

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