LFCNev
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I've been reluctant to talk about this as I am in a privileged position, but I've been reminded that people do care, so here I am.

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Good looking swine you
The “people” ain’t me
I’m a white middle age man …
I don’t feel oppressed in any way what so ever …
Regardless of what’s going on the world .. in your country .. in your community …
You treat people how you want to be treated
Kindness isn’t a concept
It should be your way of life
Politeness isn’t a concept either
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I just don’t think women understand just how handsome my mum says I am
So beautiful .. have a great day lovely
Sat here watching mini tune his electric guitar .. and then starting the intro to Everlong .. is a little piece of dads Sunday magic
Absolutely Si .. today’s the day
And the winner was ??
Looking forward to the match later ..
After a run of poor results
There’s nothing like a game against UTD at Anfield to stoke the flame

Isak scores today .. I can feel it in my bones
Sunday

Soft light, warm tea,
no place to be.
A quiet chair,
the world feels fair.
Nearly fifty, still on the run,
chasing pay, not the sun.
No bottle, no flame, just grind and gp
a man half here, and half below.
It’s good to be home ..
Have the finest weekend
Last job completed it’s highway to home

The road hums a tired tune,
Grey skies fading into blue.
Miles between work and the life I knew.
Each sign feels softer, closer to peace,
As towns give way to lanes I own.
The week drifts off in the rear-view glass
Just me, the road, and heading home.
I decided on water colours
He doesn’t have a to explain a thing 😂
Good morning from the highlands
Miles from home,
I chase my pay and quiet dreams.
A borrowed bed, a paper cup,
The walls don’t know my name or laugh,
just echoes of the working half.
Mornin comes.I’m on the road,
a traveller bound by job and load.
And though the nights feel cold, apart,
the work still feeds the homebound heart.
It’s time for the lovers to be loved
The carers to be cared for
And for the kind to be shown kindness