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Sep 21
Am I really different, am I really strange?
Am I anti-social, is this something I should change?
I like to sit alone at night, by the fire, imbibing wine,
Just me, the dogs, a cat or two, to me this is just fine.
I do not feel at all alone, I’ve friends and family too.
Who often join with me at nights, to drink? We have a few.
My wife god bless I love her, she’s the better part of me
She puts up with my moaning and knows when to let me be.
But sometimes when the diner done, and the dogs have had their walk
We sit beside the open fire, sometimes we even talk.
But then we turn the telly on and soon I'm all alone.
My choice of TV programmes really makes her moan.
I can't be doing reality, those posers melt my head.
So I sit here, and up she goes to watch Love Island in our bed.
Glen Gormley
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Glen Gormley  62/M/N.Ireland
(62/M/N.Ireland)   
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