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MEMORIES OF YOU ........ EACH NIGHT I SIT AND LISTEN FOR THAT DISTANT RUMBLING ROAR AS THE DOG WENT TO THE WINDOW WHEN YOU RODE UP TO OUR DOOR AS YOU STOOD THERE IN THE SHADOWS WITH YOUR COLOURS WET WITH RAIN TO ONCE MORE SEE YOUR SMILE AGAIN WOULD SURELY TAKE AWAY THIS PAIN BUT THE GARAGE NOW STANDS EMPTY JUST AN OIL POOL STAINS THE FLOOR NO MORE THE PARTIES ON THE LAWN NO BEER CANS BY THE DOOR NO MUSIC LAUGHTER ALL IS GONE YET STILL THOSE FRIENDS REMAIN THEY RIDE BY NOW BUT SELDOM CALL THEY KNOW NOT WHAT TO SAY TO ONCE MORE RIDE BEHIND YOU WOULD BE DREAM COME TRUE BUT DREAMS ARE FOR THE BEDROOM NOW MY MEMORIES OF YOU JON.W. ENGLAND UK.
DavidJonWalton@aol.com
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