In the black forest chateau

I can hear the pipes of Panbut I don’t think they belongto Petermaybe they’re Pauls. And now they’re goneI could have imagined them,you know what old men are like. Supper wasjam on a sconenow I have my jim-jams onand they have jam on them toobutyou know what old men are like because I already told…

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Always 50/50

Knowing when and how tois half of getting to whereyou want to. It takes time to learn and youhave to burn a lot of candlesread, digest, scrape the wax off your vest, I had the option of burning the midnight oilbut didn’t want to spoil my good looks by reading bad books and losing out…

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Stingrays

Wellits been midnight for most of the dayand the winter clouds laid heavy and deep across the dark of the bay,there are no sunfish to seethere’s only the moon and mesitting on the end of the pier…

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