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Death scroll on the stone brick wall; "Died in battle, year eighteen oh six". 'On first name terms with a cannonball'. The mind said lies the eyes played tricks. Must be the tiredness. Where am I? Lady Luck is a bad dealer. Counting sheep. Can't shuffle and I keep rolling snake eyes In this cruel game. I need some sleep. Time for your close up, get on stage, Curtains up, intermission, curtain call. Turning mustard yellow with old age, The rules were written on the death scroll. Script me a play with no direction at all. Sinning sleep, work is a virtue we all hate. 'On first name terms with a cannonball'. Kiss for a cross, Lady Luck named Fate.
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Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:23 PM UTC
Lady Insomnia
Death scroll on the stone brick wall; "Died in battle, year eighteen oh six". 'On first name terms with a cannonball'. The mind said lies the eyes played tricks. Must be the tiredness. Where am I? Lady Luck is a bad dealer. Counting sheep. Can't shuffle and I keep rolling snake eyes In this cruel game. I need some sleep. Time for your close up, get on stage, Curtains up, intermission, curtain call. Turning mustard yellow with old age, The rules were written on the death scroll. Script me a play with no direction at all. Sinning sleep, work is a virtue we all hate. 'On first name terms with a cannonball'. Kiss for a cross, Lady Luck named Fate.
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iwan-lloyd-pitts
Welsh
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:23 PM UTC
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