Silence is too much

No one hardly talks at alltheyjust write their lives onthe concrete walland call itartworkbutif the heart doesn’t workand you don’t converse? NowCohenbabbled on and onabout the grace of Godand the Baptist, John, I wonder which is worse,the introvert orthe other one,the one that just goes onand on?…

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Traders

Kicking aside the decayingthe merchants are makingtheir way inandsetting up stalls, got to admitthose market men ballsmust be made of steel.they arethe all-weathernothing on the never-nevercash on the head menwho fear no dead men and I complain aboutthe prices…

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Tidal reach

I have no idea why I listento the shipping forecast,but I do and religiously,it’s not like I’m going out yachtingor for a punt in a punt,there’s no sea in Stratfordalthough the name impliesthere was once a ford anywaycan’t afford a boatcan hardly stay afloatand Selsey Billreminds me of an oldPirate…

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