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Once upon a time I was a WILD MAN! However we all need to grow up some day. I have been an addict (for all manner of things, some good and others that I would encourage anybody else to avoid) for many years. I love my wife and daughter, Chelsea FC, music (Most) , reading, writing, cooking, sports, madness (Out-there POV's) , friendship, playing classical guitar, Pounce our Cat, Chewy our Hamster and lots of other stuff. I really dislike, corporate greed, government manipulation of the gullible, diabetes (12 years now) , heart attacks (RIP Dad) , Parkinson's disease, cancer, cruelty to children, cruelty to adults, cruelty to animals, poor manners and bad attitudes (Respect is lost not earned in my world))

The Best Poem Of Ray Clune

This Wind

This wind it howls, this wind it moans,
A mournful eerie sound.

This wind gathers fallen autumnal leaves,
Just to dash them to the ground.

This wind makes fools of washing lines,
On its travels throughout the nation.

This wind plays with all the locomotives,
Huddled at St.Pancras railway station.

This wind buffets and shakes the aeroplanes,
As they seek a calmer, foreign sky.

This wind will grow tired soon enough,
Then it will surely die.

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