The CycleA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenAs it says on the tin!My memories come in purple pages, recalling all the angst, and all the rages I have ever felt. Amongst them all are plenty blues when I think back to all the sordid do's and arguments. But even now some things are rosy when you and I get really cosy on the couch. Then we have another spat and things get black, I simply don't need you on my back again. So once more you see we're back to blue, one more word and purple too returns. 02/04/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 10, 2019 Last Updated on April 10, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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