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Tuesday 24th May 2016.

Sometimes i remember, sometimes i forget that Bob Dylan..popped out on to the planet this day in 1941....making him a brrr...age...for part of the day he has whispered from the wireless in my tiny red van...such musical notes have mixed within the sunshine of this spring day...each hedge row, each blade of grass, humed in unison as i passed by....could i possibly trump for a favourite song as the bends curved around the outskirts of this Manchester Basin at that time of the day perhaps not...much of the basin, was oblivious to me myself.....corrupting the under growth as volumes plunged rose to the highest white cloud floating by....as munched sung songs passed through the air waves memories were jerked shot at as each note played...
My working day has now finished...i sit before this machine the blank screen white, daunting probing my mind to linger awhile..whilst the ticking clock rules all, in a few moments the off button will be reached for, as the sun has already sunk beneath the tall buildings of this City of fasts...The album...The Times They Are A Changin...perhaps my favourite in thoughts is playing, sat here pick one song...One too Many Mornings..speaks years of volumes loves lost, won, ignored chomped on by life in the gutter and cloud nine each year nailed to an oak tree planted in the mind since i stumbled across his music those ouch years ago........Good Night All...So Goeth....

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