Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?
A year ago it was dumbed down, Bloody Doctors of the mindcraft believers, it’s such ones game. Being over sea’s skint as brass falls,
Cancer calling making a spark, then dark but years away, Hay still breathing walking and believing, scribing words of many colour,
One last Christmas, one last looking at my fragile roots, it’s unpredictable rain on golden streets long way my starting gate, so no my life today is not the picture a year ago, go with the show. It’s better!
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