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Friday 12/04/19

A ghostly Brexit,
And some weird people feel it,
Most think it’s bumpkin.

Halloween ghost scene,
She’s gone, but not forgotten.
Same creepy rhetoric.

It’s death by Brexit,
The UK condemned for more,
Pointless useless talk.

Assange is so rude,
His hosts kicked him out today,
His actions condemn.

I wrote a few lines,
They have just disappeared,
Here is some new stuff.

I should be working,
But the trains rocking goes on,
Makes me want to sleep.

Good to see old friends,
Gives me a jolt for the best,
Such precious moments.

A blue sky today,
Clouds run to the horizons,
The sun chasing them.

It’s that time again!
Time for bed and sweet sleeping,
Drift away on clouds.

The moon’s a thin slice,
Shrouded in mist it glows through,
So much in shadow.

It’s so gray today,
The mist hangs from cloudy skies,
Enshroulding the land.

The train speeding on,
Uncaring and un-seeing,
Sees not, Spring’s waiting!

Seems that Monday lurks,
Like a nasty mugger there,
Waiting to test you!

There’s a brand new day,
Full of opportunities,
Ripe for the picking!

My glass is half full,
Try to use a smaller one,
It looks much better!

The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.

I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.

Up and out early,
Down the land and up the land,
We will get there soon.

Stockport Station now,
We going further northwards,
On a virgin train

Greasy Grey explains,
To Blame the Brexiteers,
For the Brexit mess.

The cold bright and cold,
Potentially a great day.
Let’s see what it brings!