The hairdressers who first permed my hair
The record shop that’s no longer there
The place the first ring pierced my nose
The stall that sold those second hand clothes
The school that taught me how to grow
The man who showed me all I know
The pub I was in every Saturday night
The doorway where I held you tight
The café where I laughed and cried
The club where I danced eyes open wide
The hospital visit that left a scar
The venue where I lost my bra
For all the hours spent here
Both good and bad
I know they were the best
I’ve ever had
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Very good LC. I liked this…….
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Thanks Don.
Was a very nostalgic write this one 👍🖤
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I could see that…..’sad’ when you remember places no longer there…life goes on, things change and we must go with the flow I guess. Sigh…..
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Exactly 🖤🖤
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This was such a powerful piece brimming with nostalgia! 🙂
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Thank you my friend 👍🖤
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Nicely done Charmer. 👍
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Thank you my friend 😁🖤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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This is up there with the Odyssey of Homer, or 2001 A Space Odyssey. It was that long. 💙
That’s what she said.
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Haha!! Reckon I’ve got a way to go before I reach that level, but it’s a longer piece from me I’ll grant you 😁😁🖤
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