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We lose friends
and the older we get
it never seems to end
and
those friends
are in short supply
I hope that the rest
of my friends
never die,
If you want to pursue them
well do then
nothing is stopping you
except for you being you
doing what you do
and dithering.

I wonder,
is there laughter in the hereafter
do they sing songs
go for long walks
and
talk to themselves

The spiritualist in me
who’s been absent
for centuries
believes it is so
and then
so it is.

I’m not going to be late when
the coachman comes
that’ll fool him.

But the evening will dawn on me
and the warmth of the light
will see me
and I will be again
the ocean
I once was.
Instead of taking a crack at it
you wonder as you look back at it
could I have done that?
We all know when the time is ripe
but time escapes you every time,
so have a go
you never know
you
might surprise yourself.
Voice.

I hear many things,
the rustle of silk as she opens her wings,
the sweetness of nectar she brings.
I hear the falling of night,
the slight whisper of winds,
her breathing beside me,
with words she will guide me
I hear all this inside me,
such a cacophony of
sound.
Here's to you all out there
calling to those out there,
you are the one
who will go on.

A question
take your position
sink
or think
the pain will never
leave,

grief
like leaves from a tree
fall
and
I call again
to those out there
you
can bear it
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Yeah
I am the latest thing
in fashion accessories
a necessity
a bit like a dictionary
when you can't find the words.

At present I am,
Sometimes I am past,
what is the future
in the runes, I have cast?

Charlatans everywhere
sharing their lies
and like Simple Simon
I buy their pies.
not sure which chicken crossed what road and don't even care,
but
It ended up in the ***

did you get
what I got?

no, you never
because I got the Wishbone

breaking news,
chicken wishbones do not work
which is like our
Parliament
and when I say our Parliament
I mean, their Parliament
because once that shower get in
we're put on hold
until we become important to them
which is sometimes never.

I wish they'd cross the road.

And what does this have to do with chickens?
well
they're all a load of cluckers
like those in Parliament.
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