A ticket to Tolpuddle

Road works? well I’m glad something does in this failing state can’t wait until the Gas works. I often look, more often fall waiting by that gasworks wall for a non existent kiss songs that are not true forever screw with my mind. Even down in Chapel town where the brothers meet to pray, where…

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The cripplegate friar

In the abbey where they give me some sanctuary they’re drinking wine while I’m supping cold tea, matins in Latin and I’m sat in a cell, I say what the hell? and they censure me, I’m going as mad and holier than Joe  who’s a missionary and I’m thinking of joining a Monastery. Pity me…

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In search of

Still looking for that store, where they keep the faith of God and his law saw it once in an old movie clip a road trip thing, didn’t hear any angels sing but there was a soundtrack old time from way back. Older now and need to set a goal for when I pass the…

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The supper table

One more cross for the hot cross bun four more nails for the nail gun. On resurrection day they’ll chew spearmint gum for that sweeter smelling breath and when the cave caves in and the sea divides they’ll watch as Jesus sails in, the good lord provides entertainment for all. I’m kneeling and praying for…

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Prays fervently

Dear God above please be a love and pray for me this Sunday that Monday doesn’t follow on kisses your son John. xx (I’ll go to hell for sure now)…

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