Men From ManchesterA Poem by Chris ShawThis should have shown up as six stanzas of three lines. Software on WC churned it out like a scarf :))
i found myself content
in a Maltese summer memory raising my glass to old friends sipping bacardi on the rocks floppy sunhat protectively shading my fair freckled skin sunbeds white, gleaming bright playful splashing of polished toes in cool waters of a pool those men from Manchester heading our way, at the ready with their chat up lines confident behind their dark glasses i heard my inner voice say steady girls steady what a day that turned out to be round the clock laughter, till i cried till the sunset died on us
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24 Reviews Added on June 12, 2020 Last Updated on June 12, 2020 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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