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Keeping things tight
letting the light out
a little at a time
but we all shine
don’t we?

And we all vibrate
we are a song on
some celestial soundtrack.

In trying to justify
the means to an end
I tend to prevaricate
bluster and obfuscate
and then
there is no answer.
Me,
I can't think about the water that's gone under the bridge, on the edge of my being I know I was swimming away.

Those thoughts are put away and one day they will melt into me and everything that I've ever felt.

She mops my brow and I wonder how she manages to cope
I hope and I always will
that she will still
this beating heart.
after this is done
when our tears are dried
and we cry no more
there will be time to
have fun,

patiently just in case she
might change her mind
I wait.
...and when you thought you knew it all
they showed you that you knew ****** all
and that’s all there is to it,

Feel like ****?
been on the binge?
I expect nothing less
than you wanting to
whinge.

I’ve seen all of that and more  
walked through the open door
into a brick wall
yes
I’ve certainly seen it all,
but
I still know ****** all.
05:20
plenty of time to get ready for nine
but I’m leaving at seven,

Everything is mathematics
add this
subtract and divide
provide the answer
miss the deadline
plenty of time
to work it out again.

I went fell walking on the fells
and I never fell once

but I’ve fallen and risen and fallen
and I believe that
track records are there to be broken
so it’ll be more rising
surprising for me because I’m a tad lazy.
No one is out there
apart from the soothsayer
and she’s saying a prayer
for what has not yet been.
Cheese and wine’s fine for them that like to show off,
but a ploughman’s lunch and a pint of ale
is the holy grail for us
and just who are us you may ask,

well
pin back thee ears and I’ll tell ya
we are the bricks that built the bridges
the picks that cut the canals
the Tommy’s that went to war
and
the bodies that never came back

Off the beaten track?
and I may well be
but I have a ploughman’s
and a tin of ale
and
a host of tales to tell.
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