Bill Wright

The old man looked up, glasses on head
Sitting in his own chair, by the fireplace.
Aye, I know what you want to do, he said
As he went to the table, and cleared a space.
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Down, down, down
Deep into the ground,
The miners go again,
Off to do their daily grind,
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We didn't want Corona
But it's here to haunt us
It's come to taunt us
We didn't want Corona
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Let's walk the deck,
Take in the sights,
Waves tossing and turning,
With all their might,
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‘Tis more than forty years ago we wed
The lady of my love and my life
That sweet young girl with hair of auburn red
The one I am now proud to call my wife
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I shine in the sun, sturdy and strong.
I have to be.
Men's lives are in my hands.
Up, up and up they climb.
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They say it is all online now
I tell them to get lost
I want it the way it was before
Just send it through the post
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I saw him running down the road,
I watched it happen on TV,
A first sub two hour marathon
By that Kenyan Kipchoge
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I am a weary weaver
Working at our local mill
Twelve hours a day I sweat
Oh why am I here still?
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It was an image which shocked the world,
Face down upon the shore,
That desperate, drowned Syrian boy,
No more than three or four.
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This is the story of Ada and the Doc,
A tale of love and passion,
Of a treacherous and murderous deed,
And a trial that enthralled the nation.
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The children were happy at school that day,
Eager for the Half Term holiday,
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Amazed, the young fan looks
Upon the waving sea of banners
Fluttering in the wind
Stands still in wonder
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'Is there nobody living here now? ', we said,
Slowly walking along the path,
Gannets and fulmars screeching overhead,
Above the pristine, windswept grass.
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'Don't you worry', the weatherman said,
'There is no hurricane coming tonight'
The dreadful sounds would awake the dead,
Poor old Michael, you didn't get that right
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(With apologies to Billy Joel's 'We didn't start the fire')

Hot day, seaside town, party ‘til the sun goes down,
Rollercoaster, Ghost Train, Punch and Judy's on again,
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The pipes sound, wailing and skirling,
Heather clad glens come into view,
Snowy peaks dot the horizon.
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What will become of Scotland
What if Alex gets his way
Will independence be the answer
Or will Scotsmen rue the day
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I watch the disc go round and round
Music throbbing in my head,
A premature obituary for the poor old record
Vinyl is no longer dead.
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Oh dear, where did they go,
Another ten years have passed,
I'm pretty sure this decade has gone,
Much quicker than the last.
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