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Sunday, 23 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Three

DAY TWENTY THREE

SINKING IN CANDY FLOSS
Talking crazy to crazy fools and cool
Life’s a hustle - hustle bustle - trouble
and strife but that’s life in the big city
Just
      when
you
      think
that
      you
know
      what
she
      wants…

All hell breaks loose and the dirt hits the fan
Wonderful as a non-beach holiday
Sitting in a caravan by the lake
Sinking in candy floss to the armpits

Just keeping your head above the water
Who really cares about the future now
Which way is up when everything is flat
Is she still whispering sweet nothings phew

Never knew – 
                      didn’t understand - 
she cared
You’re too late baby blue you’re much too late

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Saturday, 22 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Two

DAY TWENTY TWO


NOBODY CRIED
The day the messages dried up
The site went down and the pigeon died
Nobody cried they just took it all in their stride
One giant leap for mankind one small step for man
But perhaps a bridge too far
Fantastic but fun like the funfair was
In nineteen sixty-one before anyone
Had ever heard of The Beatles
Ain’t She Sweet and all that rock ‘n’ roll
That was about to come
Of course rock ‘n’ roll wasn’t new
Look at Elvis and Chuck Berry
To name a couple or should that be a phew
Anyway don’t you just love live music
And the hand jive and all that jazz
And whatever happened to The Who
Not the doctor - who’s there - knock knock
And all that silly twaddle but the band
Not the banned - that’s probably The Stones
Or The Rolling stones that you’re thinking about
Or possibly the dammed hell fire and damnation
That’s where we’re all heading if we don’t buckle up
And/or knuckle down soon
But of course there’s nothing we can do about it
Of ourselves we just have to trust in Him
That has done it for us and secured our salvation

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Friday, 21 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty one

DAY TWENTY ONE


POOR GIRL
Noodles she had it in oodles
Her friend the other girl Doodle
She didn’t have it at all
The poor girl fell off the wall
Now she can only eat strudel  

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Thursday, 20 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty

DAY TWENTY

FANCY PANTS NANCY
He gives and He takes we all mistakes
Horses for courses on different days
The way the egg breaks it’s all pains and aches
And nobody remembers September

Oh yesterday’s gone there’s no hanging on
But they say what goes around will still come
Scratching hypodermic needles and pins
So who knows what this September might bring

Go tickle tackle fancy pants Nancy
Everything’s up like a drone in the air
Sitting on top of the shelf looking down
Watching the tic on the old clock go tock

Binge drinking trying to forget she’s gone
Get ye back to the mushroom picking farm

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Wednesday, 19 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2917 Day Nineteen

DAY NINETEEN


DRINKING GUINNESS
Drinking Guinness in The Cuan
Women waiting standing queuing
Holding folding betting slips
With Grand National day tips
Vicente my horse fell – rueing
From Strangford to Portaferry
Everybody was so merry
I drank Guinness she ate well
At Portaferry Hotel
Strangford Lough on Strangford Ferry
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Tuesday, 18 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Eighteen

DAY EIGHTEEN


PHEW!
Painting poetic pictures…
Heartbroken him historically her
Everything’s exotic - eventually
Who’s wooing who with words
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Monday, 17 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Seventeen

DAY SEVENTEEN

WELL - THINK
Well some watering holes don’t hold clean water what can we do but dig down deeper everybody knows that Africa is a continent but who didn’t tell you about the hidden places deep down under the ocean there’s another world down there man where people like you and I go to live instead of die why wouldn’t you want to know about it why wouldn’t you want to go there if you could many do but some don’t I don’t know why they don’t want to I can’t understand the mentality at all of course you can take a horse to water but you can’t make him drink so I guess you can bless someone with an imaginative tale but you can’t make him think well some watering holes don’t hold clean water what can we do but dig down deeper everybody knows that Africa is a continent but who didn’t tell you about the hidden places deep down under the ocean there’s another world down there man where people like you and I go to live instead of die why wouldn’t you want to know about it why wouldn’t you want to go there if you could many do but some don’t I don’t know why they don’t want to I can’t understand the mentality at all of course you can take a horse to water but you can’t make him drink so I guess you can bless someone with an imaginative tale but you can’t make him think

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Sunday, 16 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Sixteen

DAY SIXTEEN

SOME AWFUL DISEASE                                                                                       Down in the basement
with the cold damp air
they put me there to cure me
Cure me from some
awful disease that they
imagine that I’ve got
Gothic style revival
like Manchester town hall
couldn’t make me well
Wells of water spring up
from underground lakes
until they fill my soul
Soul power versus faith
rejecting belief
in anything but self
Selfish as a troglodyte on heat
clubbing people with a big stick
Sticking to the same old
made up story that no one really believes
Eve’s coming to the party
to celebrate and eat a lot of cake

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Saturday, 15 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Fifteen

DAY FIFTEEN


JUMBO JOE’S
Resurrect the cake lady
She wants to feed me,
Make me fat like her
Fatter even, so that she won’t lose me
To some beauty queen again
She sends me cakes, morning noon and nightly,
Naughty cup cakes every day
Who could eat them and stay slim
Without going to the gym, Jumbo Joe’s
Chocolate cake and lemon drizzle
With New York cheesecake in the middle
So pat-a-cake baker Sam
She bakes me a cake as fast as she can
She makes it on the kitchen table
With love she kneads it more and more
She’d knead me too
If she didn’t have a need to feed to fatten me
She’s got one in the oven always,
Sometimes in the stable doorways
Samantha the crazy lazy cup cake lady
Wants to smother me
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Friday, 14 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Fourteen

DAY FOURTEEN 

DRIVING
Driving waiting for something to happen or not
She throws a butchers hook at me
I catch it out of the corner of my eye
She clocks me looking at her and goes all coy
Did you enjoy the movie she asks at last
Yes I reply comedy films are my favourite
She’s got a nice face but she’s as high as a kite
She looks away and keeps on driving
We must be nearly there by now it dawned on me
It’s almost daylight I said out loud but she didn’t hear…
Back at the hotel I say goodnight and lock my room
The guy next door is snoring - blowing the paper off the wall
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My Fun Song Portaferry is HERE

Thursday, 13 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Thirteen

We can smell roses where only thorns grew - God has a plan for you too...

DAY THIRTEEN

GOD LOVES YOU
I can smell roses where only thorns grow - 
God has a plan don't you know...
Since not thinking about you - (don't moan)  
some of my butterflies have flown…
Like little birdies up in the sky 
your kind words gave me wings to fly...
We can smell roses where only thorns grew - 
God has a plan for you too…
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Wednesday, 12 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twelve

DAY TWELVE

NEWS IN A DAY
Relieved at getting the news in a day
Peace floods my being so soon after the crash
I already knew before she told me...
Walking on air floating like a balloon

Tomorrow is never too late to start 
Irons in fires means that someone will get burnt
You would think that I should now that by now
Opportunity is not the last chance...

The ditch is deep and very very wide
Jump off the bridge and see if you survive
Peace floods my being so soon after the crash
Relieved at getting the news in a day

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Tuesday, 11 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Eleven

DAY ELEVEN

ULSTER FRY
And maps and apps don’t move like people do
Paper carded cut out copies
Flowers dandelions and poppies
Freshen up and smell the roses
Talks for Ireland down the entry
Eats Wheaten Bread and Ulster Fry

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Monday, 10 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Ten

DAY TEN

TELE-PHONEY
Beautiful she can’t stop Talking
Loving everybody walking
All her time is taken making
Sweet tele-phoney-phobic calls
I’m clinging climbing up the walls
Still waiting for her at the halls
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Sunday, 9 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Nine

DAY NINE

MOVE OVER CASANOVA
I’m standing on a chair hiding my eyes
High up above the traffic flow below
The skew whiff Albert Clock still goes tic toc
Where satellite dishes litter the streets
I’m looking at a city that is clean
Take pity on graffiti scrawl on walls

Back in the box (until she lets me out again)
Will she come out to play today?
Or will the magic fade away? And die!
Like some dead body walking on my grave
She’s got more luggage than an airport carousel
And I don’t know if I can juggle it too well

Oh she’s breaking my heart like yesterday
She’s pulling me to pieces anyway
And jig-saws aren’t her thing to fix me up
It’s all gimme the candy and be gone
Get back in your box with your cricket sox
Move over Casanova not tonight

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Saturday, 8 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Eight

DAY EIGHT

HOCKEY STICKS
She thinks I’m fatter than my photo
So maybe if I won the Lotto...
Dating apps and hockey sticks
Hits my cricket box for six
She makes me feel like Quasimodo 

Miss Suffragette of the internet
With her neat little shampoo and set
Now we'll never be together
But I wish her well whatever
That beautiful girl I won't forget
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Friday, 7 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Seven

DAY SEVEN


THE NEXT NICE LADY
She says she thinks about me like I think
Ink was thicker than blood since yesterday
Daydreaming about her when the phone rang
Range Rovers outside the Rovers Return
Turning into taxi’s for the Street’s cast
Astute as the next nice lady she smiles
Miles versus kilometres so who cares
Scare me half to death why don’t you lady
Ladybarn is a place in Manchester
Chester is another city close by
Buy one and get one for half price not free
Freedom is sometimes not quite real she says
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BUNTINGFORD TOWN FC
SLID MARS  (REVEALED)
Buy one and get one for half price not free
Turning into taxi’s for the Street’s cast
Freedom is sometimes not quite real she says
Chester is another city close by

She says she thinks about me like I think
Ladybarn is a place in Manchester
Ink was thicker than blood since yesterday
Daydreaming about her when the phone rang

 Miles versus kilometres so who cares
Astute as the next nice lady she smiles
Range Rovers outside the Rovers Return
Scare me half to death why don’t you lady

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Thursday, 6 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Six

DAY SIX

RUTH’S BICYCLE
Down below deep down under the pavement
Entertaining Ruth was not that much fun
Fundamentally everything was wrong
Hong Kong was never as tough as this gig

Gigantic as the buildings seem they fall
Autumn comes at the same time every year
Tears can’t stop uni-ted from happening
Ingenious as imagination

Station after station one stop closer
Seriously digging under the road
Broad as the highway may be it still hurts
Ruth’s bicycle would never go that fast

Aston Villa were a big club back then
Hen parties stag nights down below deep down

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Wednesday, 5 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Five

DAY FIVE

BETWEEN COURSES
Counting bricks and talking between courses
Pointing out different things about them
Is it a cavity wall or solid?
When was it laid and is the Brickie dead?

Would you like some pudding or just coffee?
The appetizers were really tasty
I’ll take the fillet steak medium rare
And a side salad with cheese; hold the fries

The Weavers cottage had Flemish bonding
Except the chimney stack was clad with slate
So why did they render the gable end?
And whoever painted the old front porch?

I’ll have the chocolate button cheesecake please
And a nice cup of your milky coffee

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Tuesday, 4 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Four

DAY FOUR

RED WHITE AND BLUE
Today is no different just longer than yesterday ever was
It lingers like the aftershock of ginger in the mouth down and out
Trick or treat tents without tent poles and international flags for sale
What colour is the union jack a foreign student asks the salesman
They’re red white and blue son the flag shop barker replies laughing at him
Can I have a blue one asks the student holding out a ten pound note?
The blue ones are more expensive me old china why not have this one
He shoves a small red white and blue union flag into the student’s hand
That’ll be just nine ninety nine - there you go – give the man a penny

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Monday, 3 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Three

DAY THREE


AS DARKNESS FALLS
The clear blue skies are clouding over now
The afternoon half moon floats like a kite
Merges with the grey clouds as they go west

The spring sun felt red hot against the wall
The morning came and went turned afternoon
Of course the Motorola music blared
All the usual suspects and their cars

As darkness falls the TV chef appears
Wok cooking crazy with chopsticks to boot
Fried sweet chilli veg garlic and ginger
The full works right out there under the arch

I lock and bolt both the front and back doors
Pull down the shades and put up the shutters

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Sunday, 2 April 2017

NapoWriMo 2017 Day Two

DAY TWO


TONGUE TIED
Tongue tied falling asleep
It gets better as the day goes on
Belfast is a million miles away
But the air plane is coming
And I have to fly and face the music
It will all be worth while
Smile a little take off and smile…
Somebody’s been planning this for ever
I really don’t want to let them down
Dreams come easy but reality fails
I’ll be there whatever the weather

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Saturday, 1 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day One

 DAY ONE 


FASTIDIOUS
Faster than fastidious
She ran in and out of my life
Words bigger than marmalade
New worlds other worlds imaginary places

There was no stopping her
She ran wild with everything I owned
She tore the doors from their frames
The plugs from their sockets
And the candy from my pocket

Still she wants more and she’s not letting up
She’s got friends in high places
With their sights set on me now
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NaPoWriMo 2017 Introduction

INTRODUCTION

Welcome to NaPoWriMo 2017, in some ways it seems much more than a year since I last took this thirty day challenge, in other ways today is more like a continuation of previous years.
So, please let me wish all who are taking part this year a 'Happy NaPoWriMo'...

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

February...

HER DIZZY HEIGHTS
We watch the cold sky
The bright star is still with us
Morning never comes
Tricks and traits can change
January is over
Walking in the rain

She stinks I can tell
Her false lashes have been pulled
Like a pork sandwich

Reality flumps
Melts down messy with warm milk
Mississippi Mud
Scrawled upon the wall
Passionate about writing
In tangerine paint

On top of the bridge
Waiting for the snow to come
She begins to cry

Music makes her smile
She responds until it stops
Then she hibernates
Thinking about her
Won’t bring her back from Paris
And her dizzy heights

The subway train snakes
Two four seven three six five
Breaking like the News

Simplification
They change the rules too quickly
Like the padlock bridge
One degree warmer
The ice sculptures start to melt
Beating down the walls

She digs her heels in
Twenty four hours later
She must’ve been hurt

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Monday, 23 January 2017

Toy Gangsta

SHE PAINTS
She paints with words upon the wall
Her bitter accent sounds so cold
Speaks sixty languages in all
And walks on stilts so I’ve been told

And still her portrait grows and grows
Towering high like city cranes
On bended knee she paints her toes
With fuchsias reds and blues insane

Like scaffolding on castor wheels                                     
Spring water flows but soon turns brown
Dressed to the nines with broken heels
Blackfriars bridge in Salford town

Shot by Toy Gangsta high on crime
We all fall down like in the rhyme
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Saturday, 21 January 2017

Taking on the World...

AND THEN SHE…
And then she opens up my head
And tries in vain to find my brain
She didn’t leave me there for dead
She found a way to cure my pain

She cauterised me with her love
I had to let her do her thing
And although it was really fun
It felt like ten rounds in the ring

In the rain again and walking
Yeah working for the money man
Taking on the world just talking
And doing it the best I can

She injects dye to make me blue
And then she says she loves me true…

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Saturday, 14 January 2017

Flitch Faction in 501 words #1

FLITCH FACTION in 501 words...
the idea is to write something off the top of your head in exactly 501 words, then post it on your weblog and leave a link in my comments. Happy writing!

The subject this week is DOWN UNDER

Here's mine:

DOWN UNDER
They built the power station next door to the coal mine which made a lot of sense at the time but then one day they closed all the coal mines in that country because they were a post production society now and it wasn’t pc to send men down underground or to rape the earth for coal anymore and because Maggie wanted to smash the unions and a few faces like her forebears did at Peterloo and they said it was the wrong type of coal anyway like the wrong type of snow that brought the railways to a halt twenty five years ago so they have to import the right type of coal now to feed the power station from Australia so they’re still getting their coal from down under even if it is from an opencast mine then they ship it to a dock and load it onto a conveyor belt that goes straight to the furnace so the people of that country can watch TV and microwave their frozen sausages to keep them warm when they do a hard days work online and nobody says anything about raping the earth anymore or about the fracking state of that country or the dangers of  deep down under the sea gold mining in Africa or the seven mile long tunnel they want to build beneath the bestest little city on earth and you don’t hear much about Mrs Whippy now she’s pushing up daisies unless it’s about one of her twins being lost in the Sahara or when bus fares go up like they do every year since deregulation and the national health service in that country is falling apart and they still want to privatise it like she wanted to so everyone in that country can make somebody in another country very rich like they did with the railways and the national grid and try to make people buy shares in something they already own and sell off all the council houses so there’s no place for people to rent in the villages and all the young people have to move to the towns because nobody can afford to work on the farms anymore and they will have to import their food from somewhere else like they do with coal and the ex-pats will be rubbing their hands at the prospect of supplying lamb chops with NZ stamped on them again and as the bird flu over the cuckoos nest so free range eggs will get very expensive as information starts coming out of lugholes and emerges like planets and atolls they’re still looking for Atlantis don’t they know that there’s a whole undiscovered continent beneath the ocean knowledge is the beginning of something and the end of something else I’m not having a dig at that country or raping the earth or anything honestly I’m simply recycling re-purposing reusing and redesigning absolutely everything I can lay my hands on even if that does mean me digging down under.

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Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Song #680

HAPPY PEOPLE
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people

Outside Jersey Street Mill
There stands a Jack with his Jill
Singing nursery rhymes
From a mythical time

Under the gas light
They are a happy couple

In Ancoats Cottonopolis
There is so much bliss
Jill singing to her man
Jack be nimble - if you can

Under the street light
They are a happy couple

A shoe shop assistant
In that mythical age
But Jill was insistent
She could have been on stage

Under the spotlight
They are a happy couple

We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
Repeat

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Sunday, 18 December 2016

DIY Religion...

HOPE
I hope they get the Christmas they deserve
And pray they don’t forget to hear the word

The bright star comes and snow falls in the east

The poor have hope so please Lord hear my plea
The Times Square Christmas tree shines in New York
Injustice shuts its mouth hope sets me free
But who dug the fools gold from the side walk?

I hope they get the Christmas they deserve
And pray they don’t forget to hear the word 

The sunny west where money grows on trees

California - From Cathedral City
To Tinsel Town and upside down sweet talk
Where is my hope who can see hope for me
What are you doing swooping like a hawk?

I hope you get the Christmas you deserve
And pray you don’t forget to hear the word

111216/C 

Friday, 25 November 2016

Scribbledy...

SHE SINGS
She rattles the window pane
And decides to travel bi-plane
I hear you in your pain…
And anything else would be plain

Scribbledy dibbledy doo
She never can barbershop blues
Der lap and she slip like you do
Over the hill the wind blew...

She sings the same line refrain
The King of Kingston can reign
She drags it out time and again
And walks her hounds in the rain

But every time she appears
Something grows out of her ears

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Friday, 9 September 2016

Skewiffology

PONTEFRACT CAKES
She steams off cools down
Packs up at the packet house
It’s autumn in Maine

Don’t slip on the leaves
Skewiffology she says
If they block the drain…

Standing on her head
Which way do the tram tracks run
Sideways or straight plane

She sat through August
Trying to ignore the pain
With Pontefract Cakes

Liquorice not liquor
Square potato tortilla
From The Spanish Main

Unfortunately
Nobody knows what she’s got
She waits in the rain

They worship their gods
Raising hands praising TV
Legs like a crane

Chillies for breakfast
Stationary as a toy train
She’s too hot to hoot

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Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Blah blah blah

QWERTY OLD TOWN
She’s sitting on the rooftops  
Staring at the slates
Looking at the acrobats
Smoking like tall chimney stacks 
In Qwerty old town

Banging on the keyboard
She tries to take it down
Looking at the night skies
She knows that they’re watching
Her out in eternity

Star men blinking message rats
That sent the ugly dinosaurs
To fight their wars in time
But they’ve not got what she’s got
Beyond the Milky Way

Dash Mars Morse code dot splash
Dit dit dit dah dah dah dit dit dit

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Sunday, 26 June 2016

Every little helps...

COMMON MARKET SUPERMARKET
If for any reason you change your mind
about your vote a purchase we’ll happily
overturn the referendum refund or exchange it.
Brexit Tesco, every vote counts little helps!
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Friday, 24 June 2016

Blah blah blah...

CHORLEY CAKES
It’s bed and breakfast with the queen
The EU border at Gretna Green
A united Ireland and other dreams
The union flag’s beyond Jack’s means

Miscellaneous ingenuity
Who trusts who Miss Gullibility 
Your disingenuous two faced love
Remain or stay at the kitchen stove

Arranging leaves about her ears
She stems the blood with pinking shears
Misinformation what a chore
To blame someone she’s looking for

Remote control - drone on and moan
It’s funny how the numbers clone
Shouting louder than the lager lout
She makes her mark but still she doubts

Her children with blunt little scissors
They paste red tapes on her bathroom mirrors
Living in fear as the new dawn breaks
How can she make those Chorley Cakes

She thinks she’s independent thinking
Spouting myths she’s got no inkling
Nothings changed it’s much the same
She still needs someone else to blame
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