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they build bridges so you can jump off them and some men do.
Some people burn them, a neat trick when they're made from granite or concrete,

This has nothing to do with Friday.
That is the bridge we haven't come to,
and a voice from the back shouts,
"Are you sure?"
and I say
I'll cross that question when I come to it.

It must be time for coffee
She said,
looking at me
Work is becoming wearisome and then some,

these old bones creak like rusted door hinges,

the mind is willing for so many things but it appears that willingness only brings less of what your mind wills for and I think that's known as Sod's Law.

I can live with it
She
patches me up
when necessary.
Have you tried
switching off
and on?

The rise of the ruin
trouble is brewing
the wizard comes out
from behind the curtain,
but
alas it's not Kansas and
there's no one to save us.

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The foghorn is wailing to warn ships that sail in the mist,

earlier when it was clearer and we could see where we were
heading
the Captain had said in that Captainish tone,
'we'll be home on the noon tide',

a bit wide of the mark,
midday already and dark.

it doesn't matter how deep the water be
when we're sinking the sea is our bed.

But isn't it Thursday?
said Crusoe to Friday

how long before that book is banned?
well
we say there, but
there could be anywhere

between you and I,
I don't like the guy

but he's still there.
Never impressed with the worst coming first
but this seems to be the new thing
and it's the same everywhere we go
even here,
you'd think that we would know
a shyster when we saw one.
You're either being
done over
or won over
so get over it.
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