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I now have time

To see all those

Little David’s


Lost on the streets

Of Liverpool, Germany

And many stations in-between


Lamenting a love gone wrong

Crying to himself

Too broken hearted

To pick up the phone


Hours upon days and years

Out of sorts

A rattle bag of fears

An assortment of misery

Freshly picked from the store


But now I have retired…

From foolishness

Lament the passing


But know…

I now have

my time

lamentold age

◄ Under the Sun , I Was a Good Boy

Retire(la)ment ►


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