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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 tricks | Leer ahora |
| 5. | less but more | Leer ahora |
| 6. | I know what kind of day it will be | Leer abajo |
| 7. | a poem......on reading a newspaper | Leer ahora |
| 8. | I wish.. | Leer ahora |
| 9. | forget me not. outside my heart | Leer ahora |
| 10. | screwed up | Leer ahora |
| 11. | Not enough for Sunday | Leer ahora |
| 12. | empty | Leer ahora |
| 13. | winter time | Leer ahora |
| 14. | treading water. A mistake | Leer ahora |
| 15. | a dream | Leer ahora |
| 16. | dirty dealings | Leer ahora |
| 17. | Fisherman . See me | Leer ahora |
| 18. | all out at sea. | Leer ahora |
| 19. | kids verse.. Dancing in the Dales.. | Leer ahora |
| 20. | Braille mat for the blind | Leer ahora |
| 21. | 1.holding in ..... 2. fitting in... | Leer ahora |
| 22. | let me go | Leer ahora |
| 23. | hidden | Leer ahora |
| 24. | sea full of tears. | Leer ahora |
| 25. | A broken bus | Leer 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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