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There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.

Bcdfn.

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

Ashtrays, tequila and sunrises are often associated with the writer

And so they should be

For the need for some to get stoned by their own ideals

Is not for some of the weaksouled among you

It is indeed the necessary sum of all causality that it is a sum-token

Of all the friendship in the planet.

(The less friends you have the more you write) and

At the same time the less you see.

To be blind to the night sky as you enjoy a week of getting ready

For the work of two days a day ago.

This is not the end of it but the start, it says.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders