In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said

The red and blue retreat in battle to fight another day will soon be back where they belong

Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around

Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call

Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old

blue to red tis a water shed my life was short and sweet tired i sleep thy hear beeps pink and yellow colour teek my love for you dinner time

Fare to dare to fly in the sky not to stare on ryanair for we not see dolly oh golly

sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will

send four clowns near the downs hotel was sound glory all around posmere hotel is found

drink thy wine to a fine dine in the three blackbirds with blueberry pie red rose to a prose to see the mary rose

Piper to a band dance in the sand to a one man band lochlan mor lived by the shore

Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally

deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair

Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more