When the lawn grows wild

If this doesn’t wake me upandmake me take up origamior crochetI won’t play again. Did I say crochet?I meant croquetsometimes we don’t saywhat we mean,even if we think we do…

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Not drowning

I see a red sea a blue sea and a pea green boat, not a feline nor fowl in sight. could be the red sea’s the dead sea and the blue’s in my eyes, might be that I’m drunk and some say, no surprise. Davy Jones that old bag of bones has riches beyond compare…

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Graduating

My downfall is the tyranny of alcoholic incoherency, no one seems to notice me when I am on the floor…

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