Broken Amsterdam Hiding Lost (Remove filter)
Amsterdam damage.
In late Nineteen eighty two
i was feeling very frail.
And on this occasion
went a bit off the rails.
Not really knowing
Who I am
I took myself off
To Amsterdam.
There I met a mate
Who was a little bit gone
Always called himself
by the name of Mad John.
He set me up there
with a nice little number.
Something to do,
A nice little number.
...Wednesday 25th May 2016 9:43 pm
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