from post to post
and coast to coast
we spend our dreary days
hand in hand
with our cheery band
you can live for your love of these days
fall deeper and deeper
the climb gets steeper
when you're alone for your days
from wrong to right
you're back every night
I wouldn't change these days...
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Launching Your Diary Into Space
PoetryA collection from my old notebooks from my teenage years. A look into the 'birth of Benway'. Featuring angsty love-lorn poems aimed at no one in particular to Dada experiments. A lot of it is old rubbish but someone might read it.
