The night train

of thoughts, but then you reminded me of all those things that had blinded me when all that I find to see is you. Memory is trickery, a bit ‘hickory dickery’ when the clock is against me. If age is the slipstream then the jet age was my dream, but I woke, flamed out and…

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Castro wore crepe soles

Feeling good in Cuba and he down with it haha I’ll get sued now. The mind takes a vacation an elevator to some far off station but is still at home in this boneyard body, there is no way out of it and at times no way to get into it is that the paradox?…

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Nodding donkeys

Why Easter eggs on Easter Sunday? why not eggs made by Faberge? I’d like to find a chicken that laid those, and why eggs at all? Why not coconuts? Just questions from my question bag feel free to tag me with your answers. There’s a passenger wearing orange trews, did he choose them? and the…

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Versailles

My heart is but the souvenir reminding me that you were here, but now you’ve gone, my mind plays tricks with stones and sticks my eyes see you, the image sticks, but now you’ve gone. If only I could wind back time, take back the words then we’d be fine, of this I’m sure, but…

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