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Cannonball
I’d like to be a cannonball:
Smash through things and knock down walls
I’d leave a trail of destruction in my wake
Before it’s even time to take a tea break.
I’d like to drink fifteen pints of lager
And ride through the shopping centre like a knight on a charger
Smashing things merrily as I go
Making a mess with a creamy gateaux
I’d like to swear loudly in a quiet...
Thursday 2nd January 2014 9:34 pm
Camper Van
Another busy day, another busy week
There must be more to life than working week to week.
I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain
Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain
Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak
And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...
Sunday 11th November 2012 10:43 am
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