Discussion in 'Gold' started by Fresnomackem, May 2, 2003.
and my bowels in houghton-le-spring
and my spleen in dalton le dale
and my wooden leg in jarra.
Part of my heart is actually still back there. I spent about an hour on Sunday morning just looking out of the back bedroom window at my Mam & Dads looking at the wind turbines spinning round where "My Dad's Pit" used to be.
where it's being polished by me marra
please dont tell me he lives in calf close... :wink:
The loveliness of Newcastle seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Durham is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Fresno
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in Hetton le Hole
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in Hetton le hole
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, Hetton le Hole
Your golden sun will shine for me
*sniffs and wipes err fleck of dust from eye*
Sheer poetry Fresno
awwwwww thats lush...
i once lived in jarra
and now i dont... i thank you..
short, pithy and very much to the point 8)
Now none of us will, when we here the original, think of it the same way again will we
Has there ever been a Parsnippy type thread made it to GOLD yet?
aye...lol..thats royston vasey to a tee..how u like me poem tho :wink:
Shazza is here all week folks
she's also available for barmitzvahs, funerals and stag do's
not a patch on you tho fres...start a poem and ill do the next line... :wink:
Funny I was thinking the same thing, someone PM Mackem Angels ????
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