The crumbling

..and we thought heaven sent went with the package, when all that we got was the wreckage. hardly surprising that the chip on our shoulder became bigger the older we got. Times may change but it still smells of stale sweat. We could give up this fighting, get some light in our lives, but what…

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Climate change

There’s no romance to living under the stars no songs were written for you. Cold and damp and they’ll call you a tramp though you haven’t walked far for a while. and while we’re on the subject they’ll say there is no prospect of anything changing soon. Under the moon, they may be, but inside…

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