All Around My Hat By Andrea Longstaff

Nothing is real and nothing is true I am one of the chosen few Nothing I write will ever be read I know the truth to blow your head Nothing I say will make any sense The vacuum we dwell in has made you all dense I will write you a song To never be sung I have finished for now My work here is done For Reece and Bryn; my two beautiful nephews, I love you both the same. Love superman

Copyright Andrea Longstaff 2008

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