Now Dave’s gone, I found myself swimming alone and the touriste just won’t come! I see you circling all the ocian, but your never ever coming back!
Now Dave’s gone I realise my love for him was salty I have all his pictures in the shell shop ! But the bubbling sound never ends. Because i love him so dearly. I just wish he was hear, he was the best dolphin there ever was. I was saling just to see him ! And the swishing of the waves plays back in my heart every day!
Now Dave’s gone I hear the swishing of the sea and the missing calls of you!
[ Ode to Dave, written with Abi, planned for Lower Sandgate Rd but abandoned due to overromanticism v.scanning issues ]
SOUNDS AT POPPY’S HOUSE
her cats meowing ***** meow
her mum ironing ***** shuuuuuuuuuuuuu
her snails ***** ssquelch
her dad playing his guitar ***** nannggggg
