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Those aches I once inflamed

Lie spent, plainly dormant now

Lusts desires so surely tamed

Pain, sans pain, stilled somehow

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Q

If only I saw this scene

Would that be of any matter

The willow that weeps 

As the Wolds turn flatter

To write these few words

Am I mad, mad as a hatter

To be neither read nor seen

Is that really of any matter

In years of invisible moons

Amid daylight’s soft scatter

Witnessed by a singular one

Yet to share; does it matter

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Trait

Every turn

Every face I try to learn

To forget

I let myself down

This cheerful clown

Isn't yet reset

Every step

Every image that I kept

Without knowing

That each flick of hair

Is shared

By a thousand girls

Each twirl

Is just another pearl

Of shared deportment

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Team Colours

I almost bought the linen shirt

Because it reminds me of blue

A blue I can't quite remember

A blue I can't quite name

A blue of a different September 

At the start of a serious old game

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Really John, Really Free

I am a compulsive escapee

A dedicated-slave, seeking

To seek out the free

Free place

Free time

Free to entirely be

I want to be really

Really John

Really free

Freedom found in the shopping mall

Freedom found in the café bar

Freedom found in the queue for bugger all

Freedom found in my motor car

Freedom of the silver stream

Freedom of the beachside dream

Freedom of the coffee and cream

Freedom to be really mean, really mean

Thanks to John Otway & Wild Willy Barratt

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