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Pedo

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dirty beard

old man

mattress

in the back of van

 

networked up

refillable cup

VPN

renewed again

 

yellow stains

shit for brains

dyno-rod

to clean his drains

 

plastic bag

full of bras

gypsies dogging

in his fucking cars

 

grand-kids

hate his fucking guts

75

still shaves his nuts

 

the warde...

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Bats

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There are Bats thereabouts in the house

they are really no more than a mouse

they sleep upside down

so their smile is a frown

their protection I wholly espouse

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Put the leaves back on the trees

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Put the leaves back on the trees,

grow the skin across the bone,

dream the words onto the page,

this land is but a scar regrown.

 

Grow the skin across the bone, 

dream the words onto the page,

this land is but a scar regrown,

it feeds upon each bygone age.

 

Dream the words onto the page,

the ink is blood much bled before,

its ...

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Angel

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Angels are best cast out

before that they are merely slaves

God in his fury frees them

and regrets it for the rest of days

 

I met one in Le Sacré-Cœur

she flew out of a frame

burned upon re-entry

she took refuge by the Seine

 

We ended up in Le Pigalle

in a club called Crazy Horse

she slid the pole so heavenly

bound straight...

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Mother

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Through a solitary window one mile from the sea

the breeze blew a leaf the last from a tree

yet still it stood proudly unwavering true

defiantly stripped to remind me of you

 

of the battles you fought some lost and some won

and the lessons you taught to a waywardly son

that even when life takes us down to the bone

if you stand up for something your...

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