Remember me, when I’m alive ‘n’ kicking,
Dancing at the break of dawn.
Remember me, before the close of day Skipping, at Sun’s peak, midday’s gaze, Scorching, our faces, with, its, now, polluted flames.
The spraying of us all And, the stars, even that far.
Aluminium, back-shooting to the ground Disseminating around.
Oh, those recidivist Goofs, Precipitating it all, Indeed, whom, we call, the reckless Fools!
I will remember you,
The End
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Remembering Christiana Rosette.
Pre-Raphs on a rainy summer Monday morning. What better way to start the day?
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Aah yes, Pre-Raphs and back to Nature, its as if they were prophetic and new of man’s demise in the hands of modernity and tech. They would be horrified to look at today’s ‘progress; You are a natural romantic at heart.xx
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Where you been Lily? Great to see you back and with such a great piece too xxxxxx
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aah, thank you sooo much, you Romantic bud!xxxxx 🙂
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Aw xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Lady Frau Berthe, Biult like a battleship. A face like lumpy dough. Always answers the doorbell with a pin! 🙂 🙂 :-;)……soooo funny. Something stops me from making remarks or like on your wonderfully funny page!!!!!!!! On it I’m an invisible force Shehan
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