She smelt real nice.
So I put on my real manly voice,
G’day I said
With style and grace.
She looked into my eyes –
My guts liquified,
My palms sweated.
Hello she said,
And smiled a sweet smile
I’ll see forever in my dreams…
I wait every day at that bus stop.
Poetry is my aeroplane 
A poem of hope, of what might be to come. Wonderfully written. Beautiful woman as well. Hope you are enjoying every bit of summer, Andy. Stay warm 🙂 🤗
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Thanks Mabel. The woman is Lyne, my wife and she is beautiful 🙂 P.S. we will be down in your part of the world in a week or so to see Lyne’s brother and to celebrate our 23rd anniversary 🙂 So if you could arrange some cooler weather, I would be eternally grateful 😀
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Hope you and Lynn have a good trip to Melbourne. Happy anniversary in advance 🙂 It might be raining when you are here 😞 Well, you might as well bring that humidity with you. Warm and moist 😀
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Reminds me of a time 63 years ago, I first spoke to your Mum at a bus stop,turned out to be the smartest thing I have ever done.
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I totally agree with that Dad 😀
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Sweet and to the point!
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Cheers mate – it sounds alright spoken with a strong Aussie accent hahaha!
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For this kind of moments it is worth to wake up in the morning.
And to dream on in the night.
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Agree 😊🙏
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