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Life's A Gas
larrylark

Why did I put the electric kettle
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to boil on the gas ring?
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Luckily I forgot to turn it on
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so it never did sing, after searching half an hour
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for a mangled match, with which I lit the cigarette
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I didn't smoke, because I gave up ten years ago.
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So I count myself lucky that a uniformed man
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crawled across the parquet floor, to lead me
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from the black smoke of my confusion,
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to where applauding people on the street in tears
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greeted me like neighbours
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who had known me for years,
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yet I swear on my dead mother’s head stone,
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even though she’s in a nursing home,
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that I'd never met any of them before
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15 Oct 11


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Memories.......of the way we were
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when i get older losing my head many years from now
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