1 December 2006

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1. Jimmy McPhee says

   01/12/2006 at 17:03

   Full blown love.

   I didn’t know where you came from
   I didn’t care where you had been
   no questions
   no answers
   imagined to be real
   interpretations of the past
   permitting us to feel

   You accosted my life
   you deconstructed my mind
   you welcomed yourself to my house

   The first noticeable change of a Spring day
   throwing open windows and doors
   taking the chill from the air

   Filling the emptiness with the joy of living
   breaking the silence with the sound of laughter
   sharing the magical gift of unconscious forgetfulness

   But now memories distil in one
   inescapable awareness that you are gone

   Your beautiful body away from me
   your beautiful body away from me
   your beautiful body away from me

   It was like when the seagulls sing
   it didn’t mean a thing
   like when the seagulls sing
   it didn’t mean a thing
   when the seagulls sing
   it doesn’t mean a thing .

   This poem came to me a few years ago, at the time I was living in a second floor flat in Paisley.
   After I had written the last line I heard a squawking sound I looked out of the living room window and three seagulls were flying in a circle just outside the window, they kept flying in a circle and squawking for about five minutes and then flew away .

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