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posted on 24/3/16
So something that cinci said was inevitable has changed into something everyone else said might happen but he would still claim to have been right all along, who would have thought it
posted on 24/3/16
Oh who knew, DJ is here having a pop for a change.
I apologise
posted on 24/3/16
And tats, you seem far more concerned with who.is right or wrong on this site than I do.
I couldn't care less if I am right or wrong personally.
posted on 24/3/16
Is that wrong of me?
posted on 24/3/16
Sorry that was facetious. I don't care who is right or wrong, I do care about people who were wrong claiming to be right, that offends my delicate disposition.
Which I guess means your comment above was half right, some sort of record I think!
posted on 24/3/16
comment by Memsahib Cinciwolf----KoP champion, HC+DG champion, officially paid for being here-----$254 (U11551)
posted 5 minutes ago
And tats, you seem far more concerned with who.is right or wrong on this site than I do.
I couldn't care less if I am right or wrong personally.
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Just as well considering how rarely you are right
Don't think I can see the point of saying things that I don't think are right. Why would anyone do that?
posted on 24/3/16
I am right and wrong in equal measure just like all of us on this forum.
Right for example in saying that you continue to pick up on my every comment and later turn it into a cinci problem.
posted on 24/3/16
comment by Memsahib Cinciwolf----KoP champion, HC+DG champion, officially paid for being here-----$254 (U11551)
posted about a minute ago
I am right and wrong in equal measure
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you wish, not that I care
posted on 24/3/16
Tats, i could go back and show all of you up on subjects, some more than others.
Fair to say i make bold statements often, mainly because i really don't care one way or the other.
posted on 15/4/16
The Justice Bell
by Dave Kirby
A schoolboy holds a leather ball
in a photograph on a bedroom wall
the bed is made, the curtains drawn
as silence greets the break of dawn.
The dusk gives way to morning light
revealing shades of red and white
which hang from posters locked in time
of the Liverpool team of 89.
Upon a pale white quilted sheet
a football kit is folded neat
with a yellow scarf, trimmed with red
and some football boots beside the bed.
In hope, the room awakes each day
to see the boy who used to play
but once again it wakes alone
for this young boy's not coming home.
Outside, the springtime fills the air
the smell of life is everywhere
viola's bloom and tulips grow
while daffodils dance heel to toe.
These should have been such special times
for a boy who'd now be in his prime
but spring forever turned to grey
in theYorkshire sun, one April day.
The clock was locked on 3.06
as sun shone down upon the pitch
lighting up faces etched in pain
as death descended on Leppings Lane.
Between the bars an arm is raised
amidst a human tidal wave
a young hand yearning to be saved
grows weak inside this deathly cage.
A boy not barely in his teens
is lost amongst the dying screams
a body too frail to fight for breath
is drowned below a sea of death
His outstretched arm then disappears
to signal fourteen years of tears
as 96 souls of those who fell
await the toll of the justice bell.
Ever since that disastrous day
a vision often comes my way
I reach and grab his outstretched arm
then pull him up away from harm.
We both embrace with tear-filled eyes
I then awake to realise
its the same old dream I have each week
as I quietly cry myself to sleep.
On April the 15th every year
when all is calm and skies are clear
beneath a glowing Yorkshire moon
a lone scots piper plays a tune.
The tune rings out the justice cause
then blows due west across the moors
it passes by the eternal flame
then engulfs a young boys picture frame.
His room is as it was that day
for thirteen years its stayed that way
untouched and frozen forever in time
since that tragic day in 89.
And as it plays its haunting sound
tears are heard from miles around
they're tears from families of those who fell
awaiting the toll of the justice bell.