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Sitting in the Rooftop Garden
By
Jack Horne
Sitting in the rooftop garden
Wind-chimes tinkling
A small water fountain trickling
Appearing louder than the traffic far below
As I sip an ice cold designer beer
I survey my surroundings
Potted plants
Brightly coloured
And exotic smelling
I could almost forget this is Liverpool
Then I look beyond my rooftop
Bustling with people
The river rushes on
Ah, the Mersey
Ebbing memories flow back to me
Childhood
Work
Family
And listen to the water fountain…
…Or can I hear the river?
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Role Play
By
Adele Cosgrove-Bray