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The Clementine fell into the incense dust
And I let it stay there as I peeled it.
It worked its way into the fruit
And I let it stay there as I ate
Because, like I realised re-reading your old diary,
There is no good nor bad
But only what never was
And what remains
For all time

dear lonley miss

Goddamn this dusty room
This hazy afternoon,
I'm breathing in this silence
Like never before
This feeling that I get,
This one last cigarette
As I lay awake
And wait for you to come through the door

Oh maybe, maybe, maybe
I can share it with you?
I behave, I behave, I behave
So I can share it with you

You are not alone,
Dear lonely miss
You forgot
But I remember this
Oh stranger, stranger,
Stranger things have happened, I know

-- from 'Stranger things have happened' - Foo Fighters

the revolution

made me chuckle, with carla in mind

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dirty!

I can't resist a chance to be witty/cheeky. A car was parked outside a pub-restaurant with the predictable "I wish my wife was this dirty" written in the dirt on the back.

Graffiti added by yours truly:

"She was with me!"