Well hi today. How have you been?
The brightest day this week I’ve seen.
A warm soft blanket wrapped around,
my older bones. The streets I pound…

… to find a cure to fix my ails,
as once more now, my list entails
a roost of Quacks to call upon
and stamp my bad back, just for fun.

The sweet relief of sitting, graced
within this old towns, ‘Market Place’
Has purged my pain I hold inside,
with eggs on toast (they’re poached not fried)

A welcome smile from all behind
the largest counter they could find,
has brought me hope to quell my day
and after all; what’s more to say?

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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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