Pebbled floor

Two hours, maybe more Sitting on the pebbled floor

Far away . . . and take it easy!

Shall I start the countdown To the date to fly away

A lecture from a pompous arse

I was rude You indignantly say So what do you want now? I want to know Why you went away

Coffee, 2 sugars

No that's not how I drink it

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Angels and Demons

Instead I fall In with the Diabalos The inebraited fools

I'm sorry that I'm unable to play today . . .

That CD player on repeat will never stop playing That tune You know the one

I live a lie

You know I do You can hear it in words unsaid

From thrilling to thrilling

Not a Sherlock Holmes Tales Not a night vision mask Not a ride on an Eskimo sleigh

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