Dreams of Ginger

    Her lips told me they’re dynamite her body said the same I moved across the dance hall floor and then I made my claim, but that bastard Fred Astaire got there and he was more than deft so I finished off my pint of mild put on my coat and left…

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Stones and statues

‘Suzanne’ was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality, a dream as yet to be as most dreams are. The chord like knots untied me and inside me I lived and died when she threw roses from her window but the morning flew by swiftly and…

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