Not A Freemason.
You can’t trust the alright geezers, there is two lights above the door with some sort of compass beneath, hard edges of correction on show, hand hard to shake, whilst…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
You can’t trust the alright geezers, there is two lights above the door with some sort of compass beneath, hard edges of correction on show, hand hard to shake, whilst…
One has not a house or garden nor fence to jump over, no hedge to piss upon, sofas fridges fences, fat bins, bills & papers, bottles, cans waste, upon the…
The new course of the Barren lands and chances for the pioneers of clean lands, free from feudal infusions and control. A new land where higher intelligence brings forth clarity…
Trying For The Next World. Pushing my fingers distorting the plasma I was desperately trying for the next world I could see it all in the lovely colours, but there…
Lying in state a quick break from the worm, breaking away from the underpinning I am ripened like an old joint, cursed with dodgy seed, trust today and tomorrow I…