Crax in the ceiling

Nobody’s sure anymore about what we felt sure of before we weren’t sure and I am not sure anyway. But we built our houses from straw spit and sawdusted the floor what were we waiting for? absolution? absolutely? well Pan played the pipes like a flute he was a ram of a man, are you…

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Unknown

A consumable, but renewable. waste not what you want not because some ain’t got ‘jack’ and in two shakes of a sparrers tail they’d have the shirt off your back. Energy, though not necessarily efficiency gets me through until I get home and to you. as an afterthought, if I ever get to the top…

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Tango

Wouldn’t you like to do re-writes of those Saturday nights and repair all the wreckage left behind? Memory is the best editor I know, the darkness of yesterday can glow in those dull dusty places to illuminate faces that I almost forget. But I’m kidding no-one not even myself, you can’t re-write a book when…

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