Frank Sincatra - Ole blue eyes himself.
Then as your eyes become clear,
What you thought was the end of the line,
Has made to realise just what you fear,
That position is now surely mine!
“Why won't you help them?” she sobbed as she struggled to break free from the firm grip of a couple of men who were preventing her from returning to the scene. “You know them, you were customers of theirs, you bought your tobacco and cigarettes there! How can you just stand there and let this happen?”
“Don't you understand?” a voice close to her hissed, “We are saving your life! It's the Nazi's. You cannot fight them. You will disappear yourself if you try, now go from here, go home, shut yourself away until it is over and don't try to stop them. They will kill you”
'The Nurses'. Anna Morrison. 2015
Unfortunately, Ginger can't spell Ghostreader but, fortunately, she makes me smile. [bh]
I've been away,
for a short holiday,
To enjoy a festive delight.
But while I was there,
In the Christmas light's glare,
A reminder of someone each night.
Now who could it be,
That my minds eye could see,
And constantly entered my head?
I'll give you a clue,
Then you will know too,
The stalls all sold... GINGERBREAD!
Entertainer extraordinaire.