dear Pa
those treehouse memories
reminded me how wondrous you were to me as a child
like Christmas every day
there was a kind of muddy smell
when you came in from the cold
men smell like that sometimes.
As if they've just come from the football pitch
how much fun we had and what great friends we were too
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the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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