Open top cars and ice cream mars bars with Ma and with pa you wonder, by sand that’s still cold ‘it’s summer’ you’re told, I’ll catch a big cold and you ponder.  

 The mist makes landfall, so you gather your shawl, then  you give it rock all, you feel free! . But you look,  with a tear, at the cafe so near, you could do with a warm pot of tea.  
 As the kids run around, you can just hear the sound of a child crying coz hes lost mum.  It’s  a Bugger you think, as you sit down to you drink, why can’t parents just stop being dumb? 

 As the frisbees fly high, dogs leap into the sky, to land back with a mouth full of sand! Then the pets owners call for return of a ball and end up with a slobbery hand!  

 It’s the warmest day now, so you wonder just how you got into this shit Sunday walk. As you watch girls and men holding hands just see when, if there’s a moment they actually talk!  
 My Earl Grey has gone, I must be moving on to the roads filled with young and with old. But riding a bike through this traffic is like ‘here’s  a death wish’, or so I’ve been told. 

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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