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Cheers Beamer     

I can relate to what your saying there Jim having lost an older brother who passed away  who i never really got to know well. Also  there has never been a time because of age difference  and living in different parts of the world that me and all my siblings have ever been in the same place together.

Jim I like the  way this song could have many different back stories to it. Your  a gifted songwriter.     

Cheers , Jim, Phill, Brian,  thank you your input it is much appreciated. In these privileged times for many of us, there are people out there who  forget they don’t have to risk their  life or martyr themselves for some of the freedoms that many people in the free world today take for granted. The derogation of voting rights is widespread in many countries in the world. In my opinion people who live in countries where they can vote should vote purely on the basis that the world is full of countries where they don’t even get a chance to have some say in what’s going on. Also we should do it out of respect for those who  have made  the ultimate sacrifice with their life so that we can have this choice to vote. It is not only a human right but something  that many humans don’t get the opportunity to do on this planet. I admire anyone who is  prepared to stand even if their politics is not mine providing their not maniacs who want to be dictators, or people who don’t want free and fair elections set at appropriate intervals of time. One thing that has been lost in recent times is peaceful demonstrations with people holding placards about whatever their gripe is.  There are now in many counties people who instead of demonstrating are rioting damaging fellow citizens property using it as a front too steal and loot, that also is a breakdown of democracy. I think people should use their voice even if I don’t agree with them but it should always be peaceful. I understand why people get sick of politics it  is because the major parties around the world are using marketing and spin and with that somehow good  and true debate gets lost.  Bureaucrats and politicians do get out of step with what is going on  right outside their front doors. One thing I have noticed in my extensive travels around the free world is the common thing of government run inefficient institutions, civil services and city councils that don’t meet the needs of the people in other words the business  side or suppliers of political run services in all countries. I don’t blame all the civil servants its just that their systems and hierarchy agendas clash with those at the coal face trying to do  a good job. I can tell you having been in countries that are not part of the free world their bureaucracy is far worse. Here endeth my rant.     

Good one beamer a good bit of acoustic guitar and the young fella on sticks keeps it moving along nicely.     

Jim you have a magic way of writing about this Covid thing and how it has shaken the world. 2019 none of us could have imagined how the world was going to be hit in 2020 and 2021. Your a brilliant powerful songwriter.     

Cheers Keep It Real and thank you I enjoyed that.

I am not that  sure if I wrote a book.

It would get a look.

Be read by one  or no one.

Maybe when the sun it  disappears on winters  night.

People could use said books to keep the  fire alight.

Friends of Robin Hood the good people of Sherwood

Could use it instead of wood.

The heat from said fire.

Could be used to heat up Maid Marion’s  Fryer.

Down at the Tuck Inn.

When there people could  try her delicious fare, Rabbit and Hare

And a duck dish called Friar Tuck.

Opps.  I should have said  Fryer Duck.

I don’t want as a result of my slip of the tongue.

The Sheriff of Nottingham chasing me.

Whilst  enjoying ones self at the Tuck Inn

if one has an urgent need a call of nature.

Don’t worry there is nice clean little  potty.

Her little john.

In a room out the back.     

Thank you Phill I really enjoyed the way you wrote that with good humour this has been really entertaining for me yours and Mojos clever feedback.. In the spirit of joining in this and  having some more fun with words, Phill  I will have another go at this as a word play on your four last words, " a shoot of grass" as my second sentence starting point and see where it takes me. I will take on the persona  of a character who doesn't want to use a word that rhymes with grass.

As I sat on our cut grass.

A shoot of grass.

Shot up into my bus pass pocket.

Not the part that sits on the grass.

And that a be.

Not that part of my anatomy,

Some say is pronounced with an ah and ends with a is.

For now that a be.

All from me.

Today I have had my hours in the garden.

Time for me to head inside.

Take of my dirty jeans.

Nothing obscene.

Just time with my queen.

Who loves my green beans.

My long-suffering missus.

Drinking lemonade and lime.

We are taking our time.

Happily, me and my cheese and kisses.

Talk about Beirut.

While eating our hot beetroot.

Plus, some fruit.

Time to get changed into my whistle and toot.

It could be a hoot.

As the rubbery dub beckons. (Pub)

With the help of natural gas from my baked beans.

The air force the beer.

Out of my glass.

I sat down and talked about my past.

The barmaid with a wink and a smile makes a pass.

That makes me almost fall down.

On my glass.

Some people suggest to me In jest not glass the backside word should be used.

Not for me that replacement word for that part of my anatomy.

To be or not to be no say I to a pub Shakespeare that word that rhymes with pass is not to be used by me..

Not for you drunken bum shaking your pool spear at me will I mention that part of my anatomy.

If this was old England a place with different cues.

They would banish you pointing with raised finger to a far queue.

After a challenge to my honour and one game of pool.

With a quick turn of phrase my unsaid part rises of bar stool. 

That was enough for me.

The bar room scribe in me and my anatomy.

Maybe we should have talked about astronomy.

With certainty and dignity.

Time to leave the Pear & Fig.

Head back to my digs.       (Digs my home my accommodation)

My home with no Gnomes in the garden.

My happy crash pad.

With nothing sad not even a cold shoulder or hot tongue abusing me.

Just for lucky me a hot meal cooked with love, Italian parsley, rosemary and fresh garden thyme.

Can’t find anything else that might rhyme.

I’ve run out of time.

To add more lines. 

To the other’s with poetry on chordie. I doth my hat to you in praise.

With all my twist and strange turns of phrase.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you want me to burn and put my body in an urn.

Die on stage and leave this page.                               

( Digs is a slightly old fashioned term, for student accommodation or military use of civilian lodgings which are traditionally known as "digs".  Actors and musos on tour would also use the term "digs" if staying at a cheap hotel or bed & breakfast house. Here in NZ some nowadays use it as a name for their home my digs )