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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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Hello, hello anyone there?
We’re out in this desert need a bit of help.
Hello. Nobody’s there.
Has to be. It’s Westminster you’re calling.
Okay you try, Mr Cameron.are you there?
Mr. Clegg how’s about you?


Hello. This is the janitor. Who? The janitor.
What are you doing there? Cleaning up the mess?
Is anyone else there, such as decision making people?
Don’t be silly. They’re on holiday. Cleggs in Davos
He forgot that he’s in charge. As bad as Blair’s lot.
Ah we’re sort of stuck in the middle of an uprising.
Place called libya. Libya, heard of it.
Wouldn’t want to be there, thing is, neither do we.

Oh, is that the place hunt is sending the S.A.S.
All very hush hush of course told me, I’m the janitor.
Clean up the mess around here.let’s see,
there’s an old frigate at sea, but Hunt forgot.
He’s in charge - skiing you see.

Very important you lot hang in there.
The Captain of the frigate's got a lot of sense.
Not suffering fools gladly, he told me,
remember I’m the janitor
He’s going in to get people out.
Oh just heard Clegg and that other guy,

what’s his name, Cameron!
Rushing back from holiday.
Better get back to work.
Clean up this mess,It’s been really nice talking to you.
Take care in that desert now.






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