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I think it was yesterdaySure she said it wasShe’d known about it for weeksYesterday was the right time to bring it upIt started months agoThings..
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Gently cries the childInto the nightListening for that soothing voiceJust a loves throw awayBut mum’s not listeningMum’s overdosedSinking ..
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Collaboration with Lingering Soul.Madeline don’t cry, seagulls in the sky watch upon usWe&rsqu..
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Mr Crow, why are you flying in the rain.In thunder and lightning you must refrain.Find a tree, wait and see. Let it be.Not that tree Mr Crow. That&rsq..
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Her misshapen breasts were the straightest things about her.Unlike her personality which corkscrewed wine going out of fashion.We met on the other sid..
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It was raining when I met her.A sure sign.I ignored it.Many a love story started in the rain.We headed into the restaurant.She throttled her brolly, d..
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I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sackBehind my backBut to take the fridge which held the beerThat was low, even for you dearNow I hear you've dum..
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The face in the crowdWalking through timeThe church on the hillThat dayEtched forever in silent loathingNo word, no reason, long long goneFifteen year..
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Nobody cries for yesterdayNot me, not youOnly the dead on the hillWalk in the nightIn this foolish world of liesWhere buildings mournAnd the world dro..
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Thursday the 15th, countdown timeFor Chrissakes why can’t you get the cornflakes in the plate, how hard can it be. Naturally you’ll be exp..
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