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I hardly thought of him today
Well, when I woke I have to say
I might have thought of him just then.
I must admit it's so that when
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Who would I really like to be
If I was someone else but me
Well that's a question, theres no doubt
Thats very hard to figure out.
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Do not cry for me, my love
For I am truly blessed
I sleep in fields of green and gold
My soul is now at rest
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I get up each morning to face a new day
People will ask 'Are you doing okay'?
I smile and reply 'I am doing just fine'
But you and I know I'm just spinning a line
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With hair the colour of Lancashire coal
And eyes as black as the Devils soul
Pyewackety roamed the Pendle hills
Dispensing herbs to cure all ills
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Every birth of every child
Should be a source of joy
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Wee Babbie
Eh, little babbie, tha’s a bonnie wee thing
Tha’ mammies a beauty, tha’ Da’ will be King.
Tha’ll want for nothin’ all of tha’ life
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Do not see me as I am now,
a bent old man with wizened brow.
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9.

You lay beside me through the dark cold nights,
Brought joy and laughter to my empty days,
Turned darkest thoughts towards the light,
And helped me through in oh, so many ways.
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TIME WILL TELL
T'was time that helped the apples on the tree
Blush and ripen in the warm Autumn light
And at that moment when he smiled at me
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Misty, hazel eyes smile
from a dark wood frame.
An age of dust obscure his image.
Is it three years?
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christine mcCherry Biography

I attended Blackamoor Open Air school as a child. I felt my education was incomplete and took a college course in later life where I gained a GCE grade A in English lit and language. I then took an NVQ course in creative writing. I am a member of various writing groups including The Lancashire Authors based in Chorley and Blackpool writers. I am a widow and have three grown up children and two grandsons. I love writing, reading, antiques, animals, the countryside, travel and listening and talking to interesting people.)

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I Hardly Thought Of Him Today

I hardly thought of him today
Well, when I woke I have to say
I might have thought of him just then.
I must admit it's so that when
Through rain, or sun or winter snow,
From North or South the winds that blow
Bring fleeting memories, now long past,
But given time they will not last.
When Autumn leaves from dead trees fall
I hardly think of him at all.
Just when the nights grow dark and cold,
I miss his warmth, if truth be told
Forgive me for I have to say
I hardly thought of him today!

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