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Saturday, 16 November 2013

Down To

I don't have
Much money
Is there nothing else
We could talk about

I once loved you
My dearest honey
It’s there as a clue, to why
You went out on walkabout

I'd rather it be sunny
Than always raining down
This filthy lucre; it’s not funny
How she keeps us falling out

Still, as long as you’ve
Spit your dummy
There sure ain't nothing
Else we can talk about


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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