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It Took Three Coats

                                                                            It took three coats to keep us warm
                                                                                                that winter ..
                                                                              I remember each one of them well ..
                                                                                                 In particular,
                                                                             I liked the navy-blue, quilted, Chinese
                                                                                                peasant jacket
                                                                            you always wore, because you looked
                                                                                                  so good in it
                                                                             and cool, as indeed, you always were ..
                                                                                         I also liked, the off-white
                                                                              Afghan my mother bought from some
                                                                                                 old market stall
                                                                            and the hooded, woolen Moroccan thing
                                                                                            that seemed to crawl
                                                                            without strings, or wind, or any help at all ..
                                                                                              I still wore it though
                                                                            because you bought it with real young love
                                                                                      you’d saved for me, back then
                                                                                                             ..

 

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Neville

You just made my morning Rory .. Cheers 

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Lorna

Hello Neville 
love really can be navigator in our choices 
really enjoyed this one
made me reminiscent 
Lorna x

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Neville

Bless you again Lorna .. I am chuffed to bits .. x

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Marion

Wonderfully romantic, reminds me of times when we would fall where we dropped in parties with floor rugs over us 😄 beautifully written X

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Neville

You got it .. do you remember Heathers place xx

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Marion

Wasn't it on the same road as Dean's?
Four doors up?...yea...think I do 🙂🙃🤩🤩

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Neville

Kenny Dean, yeah opposite side of the road tho xx

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