She loved the fog, and I loved her
Born on Thistle Street in the Gorbals of Glasgow
Footsteps from the river Clyde
She took no shelter from the storms,
The booms of thunder gave her comfort.
She’d toss open windows to hear them clearly
Lightning lit her beauty against the shadows of the night.
In the fog of early morning, she gazed into the dimness
I peer into the mists this morning
And hope to catch a glimpse of her as she slips away.
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Beautiful.
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thank you!
Hi, Danny. I didn’t know that about Norm. Beautiful recollection in your usual poetic style!
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Lovely, Danny.