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sunday drive
Is our secret safe tonightand are we out of sight Or will our world come tumbling down? Will they find our hiding place is this our last embrace or will the walls start caving in? |
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Sunday, July 13, 2008 To how it used to be Morning woke up Stomach ache Door slamming Voices raised Head started to throb Left house for Queensway with Yh Head still throbbing Did a bit of work Walked around with Yh after that and she headed for dinner The place where she got lost after going to the toilet Silly girl (who never fails to make me smile) Harbourfront to find Mum And present Dinner, stoned Head throbbing like crazy Till now moving all around screaming of the ups and downs pollution manifested in perpetual sound the wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind street lamps, chain-link and concrete a little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone the memory now is like the picture was then when the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again. |