Time Check
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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For Maggie
Hard yard
Hard unyielding concrete beneath my feet.
Tired of the hard yard I've walked all these years.
I've worn a a deep pathway around all the fortress
building. Time to cut free, call it a day.
Have to think it through, won't get paid sitting at home.
Sell up move into an retirement village. Viable proposition
so gotta think, think, my God this thinking is unyielding.
all the hard yards I've walked through the years.
What to do, move and bemoan, that all I'm walking
is a carpeted hallway. Don't reckon i will, I'll enjoy
the softness underfoot, no more hard yard for me.
Today and tomorrow I'll walk the walk of blissfulness.
Hard Yard
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