Tag: rhymer
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BOOT STOMPING TOMORROW²
White gives to red Red, red surrender Bottles upended Dawn roused to a wet bed, again Hope turns to dread Noble words unsaid Fitting lips unmet February is gelid Temperature gone unsteady Home is a mindset, a mindset at an end Blowing out the last ember and it’s always winter next Can’t read Teletext without…
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Point and whisper
Don’t give me that, own brand and flat I want a proper Fanta and that’s that A proper footfall fan would lamp ya, ya tramp ya I’m in another league and it’s not the champions Champing at the bit for strangers to whisper “it can’t be him” When I walk in to buy chips in…