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ANZAC poem
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ANZAC poem
Fantail II
Fantail II
Now rest in peace Jim, we are all right
How blessed God’s best whim to fail your fight
You are with Him, always in sight
Memories dim, our thoughts stay bright
Whene’er we see fantails aflight
Brown grey feathers fantailed with white
Twittering towards sunshine’s bright light
Flittering forwards fearing the night.
Alan Grace
27 April 2019
Jim passed in 2006 while battling cancer and releasing himself from Hospice care to get his affairs in order.
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OH CLASSIC EDITOR MY LOVE
Oh Classic Editor
How I love you
With your clear firm lines
And your soft open spaces
Oh how easy it is to slide into you
Oh what joy we can have there
Creating and recreating joy and bliss
Winding ourselves up into ecstasy
Oh how beautiful you are
My long lost lover
Oh how I craved to be in your arms again
Oh how I craved to the freedom you gave
I yearned for you
I longed for you
And your gentleness
Oh how you invited me in
Where together we could create beautiful things
Oh my love we are back together again
Oh my love never leave me again
Never leave me abandoned again
I love you so much
I am eternally yours
Stay with me for ever
And never let me go
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OH CLASSIC EDITOR MY LOVE