Carol 49

Does this Christmas feel real? do you want to deck the halls or deck the local copper? is it merry gentlemen or doped up mental men? and is Santa just a voyeur? Will the saviour save me from the DWP? A friend sends me a Christmas card a picture on it of a crib, some…

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Five o-clock shadows

The things sent to try me flew by me, the past went so fast and the future won’t last very long bleak? I streaked like blue lightning across the darkening storm clouds and was fished out of the river spent, the past went so fast. My gunpowder was louder when I was young and stood…

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