Places
This place is full of memories
So surreal I wonder are they real
Paint it on the walls
And burn the couch that smells of you
I walk the street cigarette in lips
The phone is silent in my hand
And the stars that I once saw
Have now been shut out
By the vows you screamed
It’s time to look other places
Places that you aren’t at
Places where reflections of you
Are not in the walls and water
It’s time to abandon this place
Evade all your kisses
And disappear into the night
ryn: It’s jingoistic crap like that which blinds up to realities and ruins whatever good there is about this country. I’m tired of government stooges claiming credit for my freedoms, when they’re the ones trying to take them away. But most of all, I’m sick of people pretending like the brutal US foreign policy, which caused 9/11, is something to be proud of.
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In short, I think you should reconsider your values with a healthy dose of non-nationalistic data.
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RYN: thank you, the same can be said about you. Pat
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Thank you again for the note Rory (By the way, it has to be said that Rory is a hugely original name for a girl…It’s a very common lads name in Scotland, still it’s a pretty neat name). The grass is always greener on the other side, mainly because you spend all/most of your life there and see the limitations of a place…And trust me, Glasgow has many. Thanks for the note on teaching. Gavin 🙂
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