Gripe

The more unravelled we becomethe more that people run downthe road less travelled well it’s a flamin’ nightmarecan’t find anywhereto get a bit of peace…

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The magic box

They pick you up then lock you down,the trick is to roll with the punches. I’ve been in a few knockaboutsand know the ropes,but never been tied up forfor trying to get up, we live and learnwe earn a crustor go bust reminds me of pontoon,I’m still on fifteenwondering if I shoulddraw another cardor stick…

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New lamps for old standards

They’re saying that change will be good for you,but if you’re the same as me you don’t likeanything new, and in preferring the old waysstuck to the old dayschange won’t be happening any time soon. Then when you look againand a bit deeper than before,you find that you have changedbut you have to hide it…

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Switching on

Where iswhat we used to beand some still are,whensome have far to go? in the early light, she asks quite rightly,‘are you coming back to bed,or are you chasing dinosaurs thatrun around your head? Thursdayand a saving grace,the mirror laughs at mebut I can facethe day ahead with thoughts ofgoing back to bed, the dinosaurs…

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