:: a55 published ::

you may think,

writing here is futile.

the a55 is published

to share,

to give away.

why keep it here,

for 68 or 93

to see.

like.

what use is money,

i have a wooden

dog and silver pin.

you see,

i forgot the words

i thought last night.

::a55 ::

is becoming a haunt

of ours, jetties,

stories of grounded ships.

to colwyn, through trees,

of mochdre, to meet

photographic friends.

one man down, and where is

dignity here, where is humanity

in those that walk the other

side. he seems a nice boy,

your son, your brother, sir?

bodelwyddan, sweet beeping birds, part faces and water staining
.

we did not find the trenches, we found pictures here.

we drove the a55

sbm

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