Poem -

No More Fancy Restaurants

                                                                                 Now that you are gone
                                                                               nothing compares to you ..
                                                                                   Nothing but trinkets,
                                                                             some vinyl and a collection
                                                                               of unfinished love songs ..

 

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Marion

I have always loved their music...not cranberries lol...getting my facts mixed up lol...age......she had a beautiful voice, on par with Stevie Nicks ( solo) for me ...troubled life and ballsy lady...this world really doesn't fit everyone does it x

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Neville

Absolutely not .. thank you Marion  .. ❤️Neville 

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Neville

Thank-you profoundly Mistress Darkly 😎👍 

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Neville

thank you kindly sir .. many thanks indeed .. Neville 

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