Old soaks and odd socks

Steeping myself in slumberandgoing to do a number ona dream. Wizards. Waiting for a spell is like waiting for a busthey always come in threes,buses on the roadand spells on the branches of magic trees. She’s in the mirror watching me in the mirrorwatching her in the mirror watching me,it’s a game we playthe first…

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Storms brewing

Now that we’re all reliant on the internet, compliant with the rules set out, ticked terms and conditions ( provision to update as and when)we have become addicted, not predicted by Nostradamus but I’m sure it was on his list, we need the elixir and Google’s the main fixer, the dealer in disguise.So we’re hooked…

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Unrelated

Bill and Ben and weed,yes,even flowerpot menfeel the need for a littlerelaxation. Billie the Kid or Billie J King?both had balls,forty love or a forty-four?they both kill in the end.Monday sunk the shipbutwe all slip under eventually, and Tuesday ever hopefuldrifts in on the morning tide…

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