november rain

Mediterranean beach by c e ayr

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november rain

I hear Axel Rose sing
and I think of home
because
during these times
of curfews
and other restrictions
Scotland is further away
than ever before

I walk on Mediterranean beaches
with the sun on my face
and my heart is sore

I never thought to miss
cold November rain

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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