Sunday, 18 March 2018
Saturday, 17 March 2018
The Great Escape
Day after day, week after week I would sit in here playing my penny whistle in an effort to get what every money was offered. Street homeless and feeling hopeless.
The only tune I could play? The great escape.
That was many years ago. I've not had to sleep on the streets for a long long time and for that I remain so very great full.
I'm one of the lucky ones.
Sunday, 11 March 2018
Saturday, 10 March 2018
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