This is the first post from a new member of the WP family Her name is Liz and we’ve been friends since we were kids (and trust me that’s a long time!) She’s going through some crap at the moment so I’d really be thankful if you could give her a big WP welcome. Thanks guys. Lisa x
Ok … here goes first post ever and a tad nervous but taking up the Song Lyric Sunday Challenge.
My choice for “drink” comes from the fabulous Squeeze.
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
The black and white T. V. Has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in china.
Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
During the war time an american pilot
Made every air raid a…
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