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You scout around for something that sounds like
something to sound like
something you'd like to hear,

welcome to the wannabe and the dying to see
what you wannabe club.
A quarter of the day has already gone, and if you're still in bed you can't wonder what's wrong with your life.
get up
dress
exercise
destress
impress your neighbours with the grunts and the groans
shake off the shivers as you move them old bones,

I can imagine
and I often do as I stay curled up in bed thinking about you, and if a quarter of the day has gone, there are still three quarters to come,
have some fun and quit worrying.
Revisiting the Outreach
and on the way
passing by the last chance cafe,
we
stop for a mug or two
having a chat
the way old friends do,
talk about the beach and
the Outreach Cafe
and the days that we stopped by
those days when we weren't high.

It's slow now and
that's the way things go now.

But we remember
when it felt like December in July

we moved on.
Does the rain care if the sea doesn't see that it's raining?
it'll still rain, the sea will not see, but it'll still be the sea
moving blindly along on its restless quest.

We can stay at home with the gramophone
and flip through the bakelite recordings.
Gale Force
quicker than parcel force
and guaranteed to
deliver when due.

Ouside
the wind's howling
teeth bared and growling

Inside
with a Shaolin Monk
peacefully
getting drunk on coffee

#AHA
and you thought alcohol
LOL
Line 'em up, Sid,  
I've got this urge  
to shake off the curse  
of this dry desert air.  

I am  
or I was  
where I roamed  

and I faced what was there—  
dry desert air.  
Line 'em up, Sid.
Co-pilot appears to have rewritten this, and so much better than my original ( clever ******* ) I won't be using co-pilot again.
miles from the sea
and yet they're here
bothering me,
well
I don't have any chips
casino or otherwise.

Sunday
And she's playing soft rock
I think
I might knock on her door.
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