Scribbles on a coaster

When Dalton looked like Dooleyit wasTom and his brother trying to fool meandI am easily taken in, they blamed yafor letting the pin dropon a chamberbutit was Wesson’s fault. Innocent until we swingand then watchthe canaries sing we’ll end up sewing mailbagsor stitching names ontocalico toe-tags, the bars are never open hereno chance of beernot…

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Sky

Hands upthose who go into withdrawalwhentheir internet goes down,whenyou know a bag of brownwon’t fix itand you certainly won’t fix itsoyou clucksay fuck the satellitesI’ll read a bookandgo to bed…

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Botanist Bay

I boomerangit’s not magicbut a trick I doand I alwayscome back to you. There should be a pilltomake time stand still,lookat how quickly it goes…

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Happy bunnies

When nothing falls off in the nightand you open your eyes in the morning,alright,it’s got to be Friday, the kettle has whistled its tuneI have steaming hot coffee andtoast coming soon, can’t see the Moon,butwe’re old friends…

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