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Thine w’-

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

This is not the way it is meant to be but it is not going to be a won or lost cause, but a small endeavour on behalf of those who have to be restrained against their will and anaesthetized against their full capacity to withdraw from those who wish to inflict bodily harm upon them.

And this is a story about the one who got into a muddle when he got accidentally involved in the support of the community and then found out it was a life instalment plan and not a going to be free tomorrow sort of thing.

This is not about the swing of the muse it is about the scare of the buse, i.e. it is about the one who gets the guile and who gets the one with the better aim at the ballpark i.e. it is about baseball and batting practise in the Gate of Dawn.  It is a new one for some and it is a nor one for others so to speak, that it does not kill the ambition of the speaker to be ill affording to be the getter and not the fetter.  It is the fetter that is the gamble and since it is the fetter that is the gamble it is the non fettered one who shall be the one who goes to the gallows pole since he is the tumescence that does the end of the night into the end of the day become.  He is the one who gets the real way out and therefore gets to be there at the start of the ballgame and so gets to feel that it is a not and a no and not a nosogo toe.

Now I shall tell thee that the above is not a nonsense rhyme but a real that is a real one i.e. it is not about the source but the wit of it.  Who cares if it originated out of sub-conscious mind or Voice in Head it is about the one who types the thing – he is the one who counts and therefore it is he who does the one and the two-step into the gloom of the night.