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What next? I sang Yesterday and they walked on by. I sang Walk on By, and guess what, they walked on by.
All I’ve collected is a handful of coins.
See her? We were together once, now she pretends not to know me. She’s going into McDonalds with her mates. I bet they’re not even hungry.
But me? I’m bloody starving and if I don’t get some cash soon I’ll go another day without a proper meal.
I’ll sing my heart out. Give ‘em a dose of soul music. I’ll eat tonight. I will, I will.
Please God, say I will.
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Click Froggie to visit the squares – and incase you are wondering, yes, that’s 17 year old me in the background!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
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PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior



I like this a lot, Keith.
I don’t think it would take too much to turn this tale into a song of it’s own!
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Thanks, Mr B, I might just have a go!
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Do it!
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Poor starving artist
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One of many, too many.
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Yes in today’s environment this is sadly true
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One day, people will look back and ask “How could there be poor and homeless people in a country that rich?”
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It really shouldn’t be. Thanks for dropping by, Neil.
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“I will be there to share forever, Love will keep us together I said it before and I’ll say it again…….”
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Well said Jodi, say it again.
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I hope you know that’s an old song lyrics, because it sounds kind of silly of me in retrospect if you don’t…. 😮
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I do!
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‘sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye…’
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If he sings that he may be able afford some blackbird pie!
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It’s hard to live hand to mouth.
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I can’t imagine what it must be like.
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Hat’s off to the starving buskers on the street corner.
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I quite agree!
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Oh my…this hurts my heart.
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I’m pleased the message came across. Thank you, Dawn.
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My brain has slowed down so I had to read this twice. I can’t imagine what this reflection is like when lived in person. Makes me even more grateful than I was when I got up today. And may I say, what a handsome lad you are!!
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I’m in full agreement, Rene.
I wish I could turn the clock back 62 years!
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I’d settle for being 50 again–I could still turn heads…and manage my life independently.
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I thought I have to visit you again Keith, old blogging friend Wow still going strong I love this Very realistic and poignant
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Marja, how lovely to see you here! 19 years of blogging and still loving every minute of it. Thanks SO much for dropping by.
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Said with heart Keith – and a great song choice too 💕
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Thanks Ange, I came up with the story after hearing the song on the radio!
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Just perfect 🙌
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i suppose, busking isn’t what it used to be. i wish him luck.
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For some, it’s certainly not. Cheers plaridel.
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This is sad really.
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Lovely, dear Keith. Quite touching.
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Thanks so much, Nancy.
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A perfect song from ‘The Beatles’ – I shall listen to it again.
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Me too, thanks, Chris!
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Buskers have a hard time of it. You honor them with your story.
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Dear Keith,
You really captured his desperation. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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