It’s time

It’s time

To make the tea

Minced beef

And beans

Fried

To within an inch

Of their life

After a day

Of facilitation

Consideration

Expectation

Pure sensation

Disappointment

And ironing

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I watched the Rolling Stones

I watched the Rolling Stones

I felt like I was eighteen

I washed the luncheon dishes

Oh boy what can it mean

I posted on to Twitter

About so so far away

I was the lonesome critter

What more can I say

The policeman knocked early

On my substantial front door

Looking for the previous quite surly

My relief fell fairly, down to the floor

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It is, is it not

It is, is it not

Not happenstance

But chaos

And the more energy

That each player holds

The more disruptive

That they are to the force

How many places

To live

To frequent

To travel to and from

How many fucked-up

Individuals

Are left in their wake

And what of themselves

Can they each

Work it out

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I say I will

I say I will

But I do not do

You say you won’t

Your do becomes my don’t

At the end of November

As the light turns to fade

I think of you

I am so staid

In my little room

With table-lamp lit

I write these love words

I hope they fit

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My open heart

My open heart

My open palm

Let it be

Your endless charm

In this land

Of make believe

You broke my heart

Yet I halfway conceive

That only time

And only tide

Restrict the feelings

Of that aeroplane ride

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