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Here we go Looby Looe

The delights of Cornwall

Here we go Looby Looe

saw a picture of Polperro..
romantic fishing village,
the delights of Cornwall..
and it warmed the pasties,
of my heart.

Oh to be there in the eighties,
Love was a spring chick,
a Carpet Bagger Steak,
on the banks of Swaggers break,
away from five to nine.

In an old Ford Consul,
that collapsed on the M4,
we'd joined the AA,
only an hour before..

( we were full of that luck)

Time..
Time is limitless in youth..
Time..is so very precious..
careful not to waste it,
you had all the time in the world
..once
and you gave it away..
The clock ticks faster now..

Love ..lets you be free,
it can't be chained..
You can love someoneĀ 
and let them go .
But it's never the same,
Ā again..

Ā 

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Marion

Fabulous write Pauline could relate to it all...I remember such a holiday...camping...shedloads of us, got kicked outĀ of the camp with no lift home lol. Also.the last part...no...life is never the same again, not once the unseen teeth have taken a major bite out of you...x

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pauline codd

I do like Cornwall, it doesn't like me, I went back 30 years ago...but I'm going again soon..to chase the ghosts away...xx. Been real busy of late..Covid , lockdown..changing jobs..no time to write..it only takes a picture to stir up the soul...but I'm reading still..enjoy the writes on here so much...xx

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