The twilight scudded across the sky like a cream bun across a pond
Laughs sometimes run
Like cream from a bun
Just when your having fun
It's jumped the gun
And you're dead and done.
Like a dead man walking.
Yawn.
Sleep time methinks.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Counselling is a Lie
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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