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Alan Crawford
Alan Crawford was born in Glasgow and moved to Belfast with his family three years later. He studied English Literature and Film in London and Belfast. After graduating, Alan took himself off to the "land of the free, home of the brave", and for the next several years he had great adventures working throughout America. Alan returned home just before the year 2000 to find Jo, his true muse whom he fell in love with and married in 2002.
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Last Nights by Alan Crawford
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The lights are shimmering in the valley
As the moon seductively hides it face.
The traffic growls like tired beasts
In an unfamiliar place.
These are the last nights, the hour glass
Has lost its sand,
The flavour of passion has been
Canned.
These are the nights when desire
Is a tired pen leaving streaks
Across the neon dream.
These are the moments that
Seem lonelier than I am.
The evening promise is lost in weary
Imagination.
My thoughts of love are old stars of creation.
Their galaxy dims a little darker but
The lights are shimmering in the valley.
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