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Spirit-sober mates

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Socks and sandals

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Grandparents houses

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Free train station piss

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Earn your breaths

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Pain around the corner

Too many smiles and laughs
In recent times gone by
Inevitable pain now here
Our puppy just died

Splashing in sea
Like a child last week
Drowning in tears
As a man this week

Pain’s grasp is tight
Internally around neck
And heart is squeezed
With a crippling grip

The pup was a boy,
a naughty one too
Never became his biggest,
As a cute kid
Blake will forever be..

(May you rest in eternal peace Blakey x)

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Life and death

Such close neighbours
You don’t even know,
Here right now
Then someone’s gone
This town and the next,
Gone one-way mate,
Could be a kinda fate
Never know at this rate!

They are both polite
Both need me like
Whiskey needs me
To smile it’s spirited effect,
At your girl that smiles back fast,
She sees a Midlands man,
Who drank stout outta can,
One that walks into a night
Ready for potential fight
Whether it is wrong or right.

I never came to make it right,
My way is just my way
I do hope to stay another day
This mans now thirty-three
Mum didn’t make this young age
So how can I be free
Knowing the keys to my cage
Could be in that Momma’s hands
And no woman has such big hands
To hold a passage for my release.

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