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As a gentleman you’ll tip your hat to me
Whilst slowly popping off my fingernails...
Eat the soup
Just don’t look...
A pilgrimage to summers ley
When should we find them fair and fey...
Underneath the silver birch
That stands where two roads cross...
A lone tree once grew on a cliff
In a time of great fire...
I’d Lose My Head |
Not all inspiration needs to be comforting, sometimes the best uplifting incentive has teeth |
In sorrow there is opportunity |