Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thursday Evening Blast - 1

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?

Now I was young and easy

The ploughman, slowly home

The sea is calm tonight

Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone

Who can remember Arram?

and miles to go before I sleep

Everyone suddenly burst out singing

When you are old and grey and watching reality TV


Once I stole a bloke's Honda

There is some corner, let me sit there quiet

Firewood, iron, and cheap tin trays


Now I am an old man, disgusting in Lycra

And seeing how I am not quite appreciated

Butting through the channel

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