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GRANT FRASER

Rookie - 519 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Hey You


Hey You,

What the hell, we did the whole
circuit, right round the city, In mad rush
December, I can't remember last night so much,
but with cold air, when we came out of there, the Vodka Bar,
and the lights revolved...and under the old Bridge, you said,
for a **** cause i had to go...

But ye know we made it to the Nativity this Morning,
and you had a Scotch Egg later, and we bought Christmas
decorations, and lights, and we got some cheap microwave
curry, cause we were still in a sort of hurry, but got
on with it anyway, then went to boots, to print a photo, bought
a blue pea coat for James, and then home...

put on the heating, you got the duvet, curled up in front
of a Cocteau film, but you drifted off, because I stole all
the blankets the night before, so I got ice cream out, and
kind of left the planet myself, and drited from the picture...
all the way, and said eventually 'lets just go to bed -
and we did, but you got up - to go back and put up your Christmas
tree, and left me this lovely sweet note...

Have a good night,

See you Saturday!

Love from Helen

(A Star)

Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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