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Wings
nothing's certain anymore,
I dont know what matters,
confusion paints my head,
my inhibitions lie in tatters
I've found that special one
for whom I'd long yearned
to make up for those times
I'd had my fingers burned
always terrified of women,
felt they were over-sexed,
averse to the physical side,
passion left me perplexed
seemed safer to keep awa...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:13 am
Bird Strike
Like fish out of water they cluster, gasping for
Herd immunity,
Scrap aluminium
Shadowing hot tarmac.
High on kerosene we were
Flying blind to Armageddon
Until a bird-strike did for the engines
Clipping our wings
Wake up and
Reclaim your baggage,
Be humble
(Latest score: Coronavirus 6-Humanity 0)
Ground your brain, breathe deeply and
Learn to get by with...
Friday 8th May 2020 11:24 am
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