Postings with tag: bathe
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Written while hung over, at Glastonbury in 2002. It was a rare sun filled morning and I was sat at the opening of the tent constructing this poem. I soon realised it was time to get my pen.
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be We age with time, in what dreams do we believe Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing So what good Shepperd's gives up trying They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus…