When you live somewhere
for a very long-time,
street corners gather memories,
friendly memories
you can say Hi to everyday.
They are memories
of your progress through life.
Memories of important events
that moulded and shaped our lives.
Therefore, whenever
we pass the corners
our friendly memories
are always there to say
have a nice day
(12 November 2007)
Places were you kissed her long ago, look over there that's where told her you loved her so... Hows that for a nice day...10
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I shall never look at a corner in the same way again David. Lovely piece of writing. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX