Travels in the system

Under what wood? what’s good? it’s Wednesday and not the sort of day to make sport of. I’m on my way and there’s nothing new in that. Perhaps this collapse will find a new galaxy or just more burnt out stars Structures are the restraints that hold me down London Town being one of them,…

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Magnetic lines

The play times were the best times times ten and I remember when it was playtime all the time and then the bell rang time and playtime ended hair short and grey but back in the day it was sunshine on hay, now a bit of playacting tracked in like mud on my shoes old…

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