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We've been given three months to leave
- How on earth will it be possible to pack
Sixty years of family, what we've achieved
Sentimental objects we can't claim back

Assured the kids we're more than capable 
Taking care of daily tasks, we easily manage
- Dylan told me the house looks disgraceful
- Hazardous, tripping might cause us damage 

Jean is cleaning the living room, uptight 
Lathered over what we'll have to discard
I assure her, love, we're gonna be alright 
We'll muck through, darl, I know it's hard

Thing about us is, life's been a struggle
Despite us marrying in post war prosper
Had four kids, health problems to juggle 
- now it's every second day at the doctor 

The hip's twinging pretty bad, old tin shed 
has seen better days, musty air greets me
- Two hours of digging, damn me dead..! 
Dusty black box pops up, spot to play CDs

Hurry my haul into my dusting flustered wife
Jean, my sweet, amazing - this just appeared
Haven't had stereo in years, old one hit strife
My love's soft face shon suddenly with tears

Reminiscing with our records, compact discs
Urge took me to embrace her, spin, lurch about
Hip flexors maneuvering, did mere music assist?
Knees improved hugely, bopped to 'Twist n Shout' 

Spun my love on open clear carpeted floor 
Squeal of delight was utter music to my ears
We swayed, clung together, sung songs adored
Sweeter times in our midst, best I've felt in years



   14th September 

       really needed to bring writing back (briefly) 
         from the sex edges and murder borders 
                                    P E A C E

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