Yes, F- the laws around us! I'll
abide with the wind and the road
anyday!
Good Wishes,
Gerald S.
> Sedition
>
> Music is the calm of a bracelet, girdle, helmet
> inside words don't matter
> I've found no terror in the package the song contains
> there's a type of blue it resembles, one not grown ancient
> the patina was freedom or something resembling the ability to finish the
> joke
> they call for calm - you must give it up
> standing on the platform with the sick trains
> there are laws all around me
> and the wind and the road, what of them?
>
>
>
> Lord Fury was a four year old
>
> If you wait too long the bet's not worth much
> heat makes the far leaves grey
> money comes out of the envelope into the queue
> it hardly feels like rain but the situation is getting worse
> keep hands clear of the door
> the tremor was brief, more like a bang
> what is a joke in another language?
> it's not simple, no decision is based on form
> there's room for an outsider if you're willing to pay
> down south, it's sunny
> the reading matter is getting wet
> you're not alone in this
> the stayers cling to the track
> air sticks to thought
>
>
> Jill Jones, 2 November 2005, Sydney
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