Grumbling appendix

Is Mexico the only place you can go when you’re on a cross border run? Follow the stars and go ’round in circles. Who knows where Haley’s comet goes on its lonely journey in space? but it always comes back as if it follows some magnetic strip or track and what does that tell you?…

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Chewing the cud

Bank Holiday Monday is like Sunday without the bells almost quiet but not quite there’s a slight murmur down on the corner where a crowd is gathering (and I bet it’s not corn) all ears I strain to hear but it’s too far away which is a bit like Friday on a Bank Holiday Monday…

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Tricking the mind

There’s a Bob Dylan banjo playing slow in the background and cowboys on horses that don’t make no sound, trigger fingers itch but they wait for the pitch and the Sun’s going down in Richmond. Give your thanks to the Lords of the banks and the Queen of the five pound note, I promise to…

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‘The time is now’, said the wolf

Asleep on a pallet and we let Lords leap on by and while the hungry men starve we watch as they die. The old year will pass into recency, oh the indecency of history is such a lying pig and while the pig’s at the trough tickling its snout there is the poor man with…

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