Motionless

‘Solomon Grundy’ said, fuck to Monday I’ll go in Tuesday   Wednesday’s child was by all accounts a little bit wild but Thursday takes the cake for being an out and out arse of an ache.   Friday came and without any shame Solomon stayed away,   Saturday, Sunday Mr Grundy kept to his bed…

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and is that Love?

Let’s cry our tears at what it cost shed our skins at what is past and go on, forwards, so long, see you later I’m just a waiter at the table of fables salient facts attack us all.   I want to cry with the blueberries take sherry with the Marchioness it’s not going to…

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New found land

Music by the ocean sun tanned aided by the suntan lotion factor fifty five.   The sand crab grabs me in a most peculiar place mostly forgotten, but just in case it’s not it reminds me of how lucky I got and I got lucky by the score.   Sea shells yell at me as…

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