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I really hope when I am old and grey, When my bright years are behind me and the grim reaper is preparing my grave, That I spend this...

I know the town that I live in far too well. You could blindfold me, take me to any spot and I would know exactly where you had placed...

Winter is easing and the nights are getting lighter. Spring is poking her head out of the ground and my January blues are lifting....

Every year I get this feeling, that growing one year older is another wasted. I have never felt the age that my annual date of birth...

We had spent the day in the cold northern air. Our fingers had frozen and our cheeks were red, yet as we sat by the fire, late at night...

A Slow Start   January is a funny month. Christmas is long gone and another year has now been set into motion to bring us who knows what...

I wasn't sure whether to post this in my blog section or my writing section but ultimately I think it belongs more as a 'Roe's Notes'...