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Jun 2014
Collaboration with Morrissey Smith**

Come forward young poet
and teIl me your tales
of youthful existence,
let your words flow forth
with freedom your call
let eyes see new meaning
in the world that you know

My music's my heartbeat
my camera my friend
I've no room for ego
swag isn't my trend.
I sit in my bedroom
as vinyl spins round
I walk through this life
with both feet on the ground.

So tell me dear poet
what moves you to write
as you sit in your chamber
late into the night?

My hero writes lyrics
like none have before,
one man, now my namesake
did open the door.
He writes of depression
and bitterness strong
I subscribe to his outlook
I'm sure we'd get along.
Some say he's acerbic
judgemental, a *****
But I really love him and think he's the ****.

Then take inspiration,
as it comes to you
As last night I dreamt somebody loved me too.
A pair of Smith's fans we! I started, then Morrissey and so forth..
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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