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What in God’s name will the neighbours say the mother said as tears begin to fall?
Her son and his girlfriend sit side by side, only the son speaks she says nothing at all,
Now his father speaks for the first time, his blood is boiling and he begins to shout,
Fuck the neighbours and all belonging to them; it’s not as if they are not going to find out.
Maybe we should put it in the weekly bulletin, so they can all read about it after Mass,
Are you with me or against me, those were the last words that I heard,
Before the fists and boots start flying, this is definitely no place for cowards,
Thomastown 1977 it all started out fine, as we meet up for drinks in the salmon pool,
She was a stunner and she fancied me, it was the end of my first month in my new school.
I had hitchhiked over earlier that night, meeting up with new friends on my own,
Breaking the ice is the hardest thing to do,…Continue
GLENDA’S STORIES Pubs, I’ll tell you pubs, best places in the worldPeople treat barmaids, with respect, my wordNot like blokes, blokes, damn blokesThey lay and cheat, who’d believeA girl from the streets Bloody Irishman, smooth, as a good Scots on…Continue
The parting of my hairWake in fright....'Ahhh ah' some still there.From too much sexOr not enough sexEither way few women need to careBut those that do Know the colour blueAnd the depths of deep…Continue
The jackal's head, an eerie silhouetteAn outline of death beckoning,Fading through the sand.The last gasp before I depart,The colour of the gods cannot be known,Swallowing black; descendingThe feather of justice weighs the heart,The whispers of the…Continue