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Last Updated: 30/04/2008 13:55:04
Message for the Lady in the Red Hat
By Andrea Longstaff
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When I drink whisky my mind starts to melt
I've been thinking about the hand I've been dealt
Everyone lies if you look in their eyes
And life doesn't begin at forty
She was naked apart from the clothes that she wore
Nothing makes sense to me any more
As I swim with the sharks and I walk through the parks
The leaves underfoot are sublime
When you most need yourself you're never about
I wanted to talk but life made me shout
The bees in my brain buzzed through the pain
Buy sex for the price of a bag
No help when the snake began to uncoil
On the way to insane while drilling for oil
But because of this path and trying to laugh
I know the difference between knowledge and wisdom.
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Copyright Andrea Longstaff 2008
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