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Midsummer in Sweden

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Midsummer in Sweden

Dean
June 22, 2012

Midsummer Sweden

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British/Swedish poet/author. Pagan and lifetime supporter of both Chelsea FC and Linköpings FC. Feel free to use my poetry, as long as you link my name. All Poetry ©Deanthebard.com 2025

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Writer, poet, Pagan. Books on Amazon. Chelsea FC, Linköping FC, Yate Town. Founder & Owner @asinglemalt Books on Amazon.

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What more can you say about Linda Sällström? @lindasallstrom Record breaking 148 caps 60+ goals for Finland. THREE ACL injuries in as many years. Still playing in the top flight at 36. Congrats on 148. Simply one of THE greatest strikers in history. #streamo #skeletondoctor #sallstrom

Tooones #family

Tooones #family

Dark Day Of Fate - A poem about someone close taki

Dark Day Of Fate - A poem about someone close taking their own life but you wonder could you have done anything more for them. Happened to me a few times in life.

The day that you left us
There was nothing we could do.
Pain we were not aware of,
Our love could not pull you through.

Questions I have asked over the years,
I don't have an answer for.
The times we should have shared,
Are gone forevermore.

Suicide, it's painful,
Even though you are free.
The hurt remains forevermore,
A dark eternity.

Could I have done something more?
Maybe just a little more?
Would my voice have pulled you through,
Instead of lifeless on the floor?

All that's left are memories,
Moments frozen within time.
Sometimes I think it's selfish,
But then I know it's not a crime.

For suicide is painful,
We carry it every day.
Our pain remains forever,
Though yours has gone away.

#Poem #poetry #suicide

One for the pool room. Me and my sister. First tim

One for the pool room. Me and my sister. First time in years

Streets Of Home - A poem about revisiting the home

Streets Of Home - A poem about revisiting the home of your youth
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Walking through the darkened streets
Where time stands still
Some things have gone forever
But memories still send a chill

The schools are now replaced
But the lane still remains
The fields where we played those years
Sends blood pumping in the veins

Some faces look familiar
Others have aged like weathered oak
Yet the bond we created those years ago
Can never be destroyed or broken

Some friends have left us now
We walk past where we once played
Sometimes the paths take us other ways
I think we all have strayed

No matter if we never left
Or moved so far away
The streets that made us who we are
Remain to this day.

#home #poem

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