Not Donne

Send not to know for whom the eyes rollthey roll for thee,are you getting thisor thinking of giving it a miss? it’s only a brushstroke from the old folkwho can’t see tomorrowfor the stars in their eyes nothing dieslife just exchangesenergyin the shops on the rooftops of eternity…

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This place

I think,oh really?wellit’s Friday andyou’re excused. bemused and befuddled( what words we use )cuddled upsnuggled inFriday won’t beginuntil the trumpet sounds. ask Jericho…

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