Neither wins
Your in the storm
The love you shared
Nows not the norm
Nasty, bitter taste to suck
Try to not, but no such luck
Now the norm
Is tense and harsh
Sunny meadow changed to marsh
Sticky mud that's cold and grim
Pulls you down, pulls you in
The child you made
Must also wade
Wellies on
We need a song
To cheer us up
And do our best
To like it in the mud.
Thursday, 17 November 2016
Braking up...
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