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Dear Miss. Jennifer Jones

I can just imagine the joy
they felt
when they thought they
had found you,
or rather you found them ..
After all,
I had been there before,
done all that
and almost wore your
tee shirt out ..
The newness, the impact
and greatness
of those few delicious
moments
after school, still remain
awesome ..
I just cannot thank you
enough ..
Since each one of those
three private
lessons you gave me was
a revelation
and as such, I shall always
remember you
and fondly, my very
dear Miss. Jennifer Jones ..

 

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The fish of the sea

A wonderful poem. It reminds me that we remember people as what they were like we last saw them. That can be beautiful, but in my case, can be dangerous. Enjoyed Neville!

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Neville

Thank you so much for visiting my little scribble F o T S really appreciate it. I came across this lovely lady’s obituary recently and it brought back some treasured memories.. She deserves  no to be forgot .. Neville 

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Neville

Good mane my friend .. I went to Middle England .. My friend Kip has an annual music festival each year in his garden .. the festival is called Ashtonbury .. Kip seems to know anyone who is anyone in the music business .. this year, Del Bromham from Stray & John Verity from Argent were headlining .. Good to be welcomed back though, thank you .. Neville 

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