I walked through the Pearly Gates leading to Heaven
I’d reached the ripe old age of Eighty-Seven
I said; Pete; I want my wife
I would have kept my old life
If I’d known I’d be bunking with my damn neighbour Kevin
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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