Being ill with pain
Institute of contemporary arts down the mall by green park Buckingham palace looks bright shinning like big wheel in the nig… white marble stands victoria pride
to a bairns cuddle doon to a misty moon tis a home poet from the toon remember the miners
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
Fare to dare to fly in the sky not to stare on ryanair for we not see dolly oh golly
Liver birds on royal towers clock a rock hope st we meet down knotty ash diddy bash the cavern club Beatles past while my guitar gently weeps
Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt
The curse of humanity to bear thy sick art limp rabbit’s in fields i so cry displeasure in thee to live in thy plain
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
Look up to skies black dire dirty lock doors and chains knock me down heart i wake lord what is this destitute place piercing body pains for abates
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
drink thy wine to a fine dine in the three blackbirds with blueberry pie red rose to a prose to see the mary rose
North Devon in heaven all summer i thee stayed work my home for a bone wet my suit cold to a tone surf in the bay i am to old