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Already and they're calling for another General Election, I have to ask, who in their right mind could possibly not think that the next shower to get into Westminster won't sink the already sinking ship?

I've been on this planet for long enough not to get excited by this kind of stuff, so my blood's not boiling it's barely lukewarm and basking in the lunacy of British Politics.

In other news
Someone posted a picture of their dinner which looked really nice.

What really surprises me, though, is that there is no Homeless Index on the stock market. These city boys can make money out of anything, and I feel quite sure that they're missing a trick here.
Well
I write some and some might call it poetry but whatever name it goes by, I try... and my life is calling from somewhere but ****** if I know from where there are too many variables or are they intangibles ( actually I thought you ate intangibles but turns out you eat tangerines)

jeeeeeez with a few eeee's  because I don't want to upset the devout who are apparently within and yet without.

Where was I?
oh yes
poetry
love it
probably more than myself
too many books on the poetry shelf,

I'm going or slowing
but never knowing
and that's good
isn't it?
Never mind
there's always another time
to shine,
oh!
you shone?
ah,
well the light was dim
and then it was gone,

never mind.
I am falling apart in the cradle
of your naked hands.
My body, nailed to the cross
of heaven, tries to please
silence.

I touch your delicate wrists
subtly, I read the prophecy
and the lost heartbeat
in them.

I approach your vast chest,
I search for the stars on it
that would show me
the way back to love.

My sticky fingers brush
your green words; thoughts
envy their own names.

Covered with a blanket
woven from your dream,
I long to reconcile with my soul,
to regain control of my heart.

Please, kiss my temples, let me
feel the glow
of your broad shadow.
I am not the lie that youth
fights for.
We took the boat out from Morecambe Bay,
half a dollar for a day,
fishing rod and bait included,
*** the school
we caught on a school of mackerel
or was it a shoal?

truth be told I cannot tell
but it was well good.

One of those days
and it was.

a million years ago.
But I do remember
every word
no matter
if I lied
when you
asked,

you
knew anyway
didn't you.?
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