Philip Carter Biography

The wave rolls in and grabs my feet
Then tries to pull me back
But I resist its best efforts
For power, it has a lack
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The Horse Chestnut seeds litter the ground
No one plays conkers anymore
The pavement has lost its chalk squares
Where hopscotch was played before
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The message I got was simple
Direct and to the point
If I turned up at the pub
My nose would out of joint
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I cannot write a love poem
Only one of love that's lost
Is it because I have no love
And my heart must bear the cost
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Why are you weeping so my dear
Those pretty eyes are not meant for tears
Bring back the smile upon your face
For I am now in a nicer place
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