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ullehaddock

Writer of sorts with a soft spot for Photo. Writes about life and what comes into my mind.
Billy

Billy

Billy was a country boy
had a used up tractor for a toy
oblivious of come what may
with a luscious girl in the hay
life like river twist and turn
ramifications of that yearn
now Billy Junior factor
plays with used up tractor
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Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!

Magic

Magic

Yesterday it was two years since we had the burial ceremony for my son. My sons piano teacher Christer, who is also a church musician, posted a video of my son Edvin when plays Claire de lune by Claude Debussy at age 15. So many times I’ve heard him practice this on the piano but he never allowed me to record it. Even if it was hard to see his fingers move across the keys these gems he left for us in his music somehow makes it easier to cope.

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Imposter

Imposter

I envy the ones
that never seem to suffer
the imposter syndrome

walks tall, head held high
confident clapping steps
in smart suit corridors

slips away unruffled
casually brushing off
dandruff shoulders

hands never seen 
shoulder deep in cookie jars
the real imposters
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The one that got away

The one that got away

Memories, of could have been
if just alone in that scene
giggling friend intervene

across crowded train, eyes flirting
butterfly stomach, holiday fling
in the heart, a little sting

last dance so close, so tight
but separate ways in the night
bitter sweet could this been right

tongue stuck, nothing to say
growing distance in the sandy bay
the one that got away

Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!

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