Chattering monkey

My six pack’s taken a back seat, I lost the will and dropped the beat and there’s no one to ‘Meet me on the corner’ So I get to be a loner always wandering or wondering what the new day will bring. Wincarnis tonic? I drunk gallons of it and still not bionic, but I…

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Ancient woodland

The clock keeps on ticking, there’s something quite sick in that, that being those minutes that pander to the hours that follow and the days that crowd through the ways I have walked. A sundial would suit me right down to the ground…

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