A complex alcholic fudge.
Hairy drinks lost hopelessly in the hedge
A blurry knife edge stagger from day to night.
Bank holidays belong to God through the red vision of Jack.
Can we see to guide each other home.
An existential walk alone
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The B Holiday was champagne
Results were true
Smiles, yes there were more than
a
few
God was God
And we muffled words
Sheep were sleeping
But Rams were he(a)rd
Bree was questioning
As Bree does when Jack comes to town!