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He get up about 10 stays in pyjamas & dressing gown till lunch puts on an ironed shirt button down collar, sits on his chair by the window plenty of money, no job to sweat at but he can’t tie his laces for diamonds his orphaned mind lost in a fog of yesterdays memories, women who left him years ago His wife feeds him, leaves him in front of TV watches bold and beautiful at five pours an inch of scotch makes it two has dinner, wishes he had a gun, sleeps in front of TV in bed at 9.
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
Some have all the luck
He get up about 10 stays in pyjamas & dressing gown till lunch puts on an ironed shirt button down collar, sits on his chair by the window plenty of money, no job to sweat at but he can’t tie his laces for diamonds his orphaned mind lost in a fog of yesterdays memories, women who left him years ago His wife feeds him, leaves him in front of TV watches bold and beautiful at five pours an inch of scotch makes it two has dinner, wishes he had a gun, sleeps in front of TV in bed at 9.
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
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