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Bobby Halfway Sets Sail (Revised)

Bobby Halfway 23, slowly waking on Sunday morning wearing a face that doesn’t belong to him in a room he doesn’t recognise lying next to a woman he’s never seen before.
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Being Five

Being Five When I was five I had no idea That I would be able to remember Being five Anyone over 12 was a giant Mostly friendly ones Anyone as old as my mother
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Am I still a Virgin

Am I still a Virgin It was a fairground attraction We met that summer evening in June I was 15 you were a year older And much bolder Amongst the noise of the waltzers
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Tory Fodder

Tory Fodder They sat at the table Drinking the finest claret From the vineyards of bleeding souls The deep red was drunk in abundance And stained their hands

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