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1.walking on very thin ice... Chapter one of Plying the devil with gin..Leer ahora
2.the tar in the pipe (the start of part two of Plying the devil with gin)Leer ahora
3.a poem..... Mother love..Leer ahora
4.the Pharmacy.. cheap tricksLeer ahora
5.less but moreLeer ahora
6.I know what kind of day it will beLeer ahora
7.a poem......on reading a newspaper Leer ahora
8.I wish..Leer ahora
9.forget me not. outside my heartLeer ahora
10.screwed upLeer abajo
11.Not enough for SundayLeer ahora
12.emptyLeer ahora
13.winter timeLeer ahora
14.treading water. A mistakeLeer ahora
15.a dreamLeer ahora
16.dirty dealingsLeer ahora
17.Fisherman . See meLeer ahora
18.all out at sea.Leer ahora
19.kids verse.. Dancing in the Dales..Leer ahora
20.Braille mat for the blindLeer ahora
21.1.holding in ..... 2. fitting in...Leer ahora
22.let me goLeer ahora
23.hiddenLeer ahora
24.sea full of tears.Leer ahora
25.A broken busLeer ahora

screwed up
 
The slowness of my mind torment, wind the edge of discontent
Master wave the pain away, signal fires and discontent
I saw them three their eyes withheld, promise fire and smiles all spent
Didn't know which way to come spinning backwards and forwards run
Two pints of something and a quarter gill their pacing themselves for the evenings fun
Strangers in a stranger town but burning up within their fold
Darkness like the slick wet gun pumping bullets as they run
Hoods on fire in their hoodless world jumping further that they ever thought
Victims back to where they began. '.promise you dad , I am a man'
I am that man…running down the street of hate
I am that man…
Now silent in their feral pack, they seek revenge want attack
Beat the driver of the black cab
Steal his fags just for a laugh
Mark his window with their spit
Kick the windows, 'this town is shit'
Turn their backs to once before leave the town that came before
Laughing as they light his cigs wonder when is the next great gig
Broken bottle, broken wall, broken people, broken, small….
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