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The little town of Banjo Bay
Sits proudly in the cove
Welcoming her sons home from their toil
Her harbour filled with laughter
Her streets bedecked with love
A place for growing up and growing old
The evening sun shines down
Upon a restless rolling sea
That brings the weary fisherman to port
It gently laps the peeling paint
of Lady Eveline
And sprays the silvery [...]

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The little town of Banjo Bay
Sits proudly in the cove
Welcoming her sons home from their toil
Her harbour filled with laughter
Her streets bedecked with love
A place for growing up and growing old
Charlie Bright the butcher’s boy
Rides his trusty bike
Along the quiet streets of Banjo Bay
His basket filled with sausages,
Bacon, chops and tripe
Delivering the orders of the [...]

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I Ran Into A Stranger

 I ran into a stranger as he passed by
“Oh excuse me please” was my reply
He said, “Please excuse me too
I wasn’t really watching for you.”
We were very polite this stranger and I
We went on our way and we said good-bye
But at home a different story is told
How we treat our loved ones young and old
Later [...]

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I have written poetry from as far back as I can remember. Not the highbrow type that takes a lot of understanding, just simple words forming simple rhymes. Some poets feel that the rhyming word is unimportant and too often contrived but my poetry always rhymes. I enjoy the challenge of trying to get the [...]

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We were born sisters just us two
You didn’t choose me and I didn’t choose you
I dragged you along wherever I went
I carried you till my knees were bent
Later on in our teens we grew apart
looking for boys to steal our heart
When we found them and married it changed my life
It’s a shock to the system [...]

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No-one really knows it all
Only me and you
And that’s the way it has to stay
A secret shared by two
Too precious to be tossed around
For all the world to hear
Too beautiful to let them see
One solitary tear
But when the secret’s hard to bear
There’s comfort in your call
It’s strange that something so obscene
Feels so good to recall
I [...]

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So many things we found inside
The home vacated when she died
Piles of papers, bills and rent
Receipts for every pound she spent
Paper clippings, creased and torn
of uncles dead and babies born
Supplements from magazines
Proclaiming God would save the Queen
A soap star in a daring dress
The wistful smile of dead princess
Little gifts that children gave
Bought with pennies [...]

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