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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 abajo
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 ahora
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

I know what kind of day it will be
 
Just the way the bills fell from my fingers and scattered to the stone floor
told me what kind of day it was going to be
Just the way the curtains moved in the morning breeze
and yesterdays milk stood frozen on the worktop amongst the grime
Just the way my fingers felt the bruises throb as I necked the last inch of wine
Sour just like the smell of you…lying there.. on the floor
It seems just the same time after time
as I count pennies spilling from your pocket
And watch them grow, along with your saliva trail.
Searching empty packets for forgotten cigarettes,
I just know what kind of day it will be.
No school for me, I know what kind of day it will be..
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