Bed time for old timers

Sundown and now to get your head downand at sun-up, bright and shiny,shake a leg it’s time hegot up. Can’t waste a minute when yourdays are numbered, Butit’s a good job I lost count,and I,like a cat mounting the gallowsdiving again into the deepbecause the shallows are too easy. Tomorrow,may its name be a blessingalthoughI’m…

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Burying the evidence

When the timecomes to goyouwillknow, Don’t stop at the red lightsnot even in Amsterdam. In my yachting whiteson a dinghy atMillwall Dockbecausewe all have to start somewhere…

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..and repeat…

To start is the hard partonce that’s doneit becomes easier togo on, the winning card is alwaysin your hands, it’s still hard to start though…

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On the first day

Feeding on words in the night,I amtoo bleedin’ busy reading to write, night,sleep for somebut not for methe innocent are never free. bleedin’,needing the flowto see where I gowhen dying. reading’speeding through chapterand verse, only the bookmarkisthe curse we all wear, write,let the light in andyou can see how grimthings have become, coffee time…

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