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It takes two to make love feel satisfying.

Millions stopped in their tracks the moment they heard you'd died...

Haiku as per competition - but not an entry!

Granddad's Final Journey Clatter, wobble, clatter, wobble went the wheels of the pram as he pushed it up the steep incline to the park. It was a faded brown 'Silver Cross', the premier of prams, not like the thin tubular rubbish they mass-produce today. He breathed heavily as the weight of his heavy overcoat began to take its toll on the aged but still erect figure of the man. Ah! At last the park gates, just a short breather before entering the lush greenery of the park, taking off his overcoat he drapes it carefully over the pram handle, gently, so as not to wake the sleeping occupant. The clatter and wobble of the broken wheel screeched into his brain, "Bloody wheel the man mumbled to himself.

'Do you remember when we built a rocket to the moon, friend Mick?' 'Ahh, those heady days of youth...' 'How old were we then?' 'We were fourteen, friend Larry.' 'Fourteen years of age and misunderstood.' 'Even I didn't understand us.' 'Well you always were a bit slow...'

A man with a second chance..

When the guard locks your door, Do you sit and reflect on the past, Moments in time, spent together, Carefree days of teenage girls, no worries, Except how to French kiss, without Losing our gum.

PROLOGUE I suppose it began with the summer of '63. Annie, Tom and me; three fourteen year olds deep in the Suffolk countryside, having a picnic in a clearing surrounded by knee high corn swaying in a humid breeze. In the distance the whirr of my uncle's combine, pale sunlight reflecting from its green sides.

he made a point of always making the y as animated as a Disney cartoon hoping it would stay in people's minds.