Traffic

Beep Beep, when you think it’s the roadrunner, it isn’t…

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In the pixie chair

There is at times a great sadness which falls upon me and though falling it seems to rise from below me to slow me which blows me away and that is the way I cope with it. The origins must be from the past and they are as far as I know, which is about…

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The end

  He didn’t even comb his hair, what a scruff what a duff and I don’t mean the beer, although it feels like Bart Simpson it’s actually Boris Johnson, it must be time to get out of here…

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Combinations

Then as if to blind me as I soared into the sun your words came up behind me, but my mind was tied into the star and so I couldn’t find you. One more dream to put in the rack one more going and then coming back and what was all that about? Morning brings…

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Likely suspects

Those who draw the line where time waits and sheep pass through the valley are not my cup of tea avarice in the eyes of dead men and spies and checkpoint Charlie is the place where lies were put to sleep they built Spandau from Communist blocks and added ballet to the end of it…

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