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So much more I could say
about everything from those days,
the times at the shops hardly touched
with hands out, but laughing
for cash for the drugs.

Or snowball fights with the men in blue
who wore black, but anyhoo.
The long weekends in Maryhill nick
cos Baird Street was full (hmm that don’t stick).

The bundles of tems hid behind the wall
When cash in my hand I sold them all.
Running about with bags of v
knowing in plain sight, the Police couldn’t see

Break ins and break outs,
Shops, cars and vans;
it was the life we lived
we all thought “I’m the man”.

So maybe another book,
might even be two
will open the door to
what I went through.

I haven’t scratched the
surface of life
with Jesus in view,
three daughters, and
a wife.
This gift of life so new
of moving on through
life in St Mark’s
Blenders and Jobcare
and Ballykeel Two.

©Stuart Patterson 2019

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