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her husband works in jodrell bank,
he's home late in the morning,
had he been a lawyer,
he wouldn't work for pennies.
in the morning i go walking,
it helps the hurting soften,
i've seen a lot of places,
'cos i miss her very often.
but i could never work there,
what a shame that i'm not clever,
it's for men with horn rimmed glasses,
and four distinguished a level passes.
what chance so long ago,
i buried something i should know.
verse and chapter they unfurl,
and sprinkle it upon the world.
name it.
technique !
their eyes don't fill
with wonder when you speak,
and i loathe the stilted
way you make me speak.
without recourse to
lying distortion or cheating.
technique !
their eyes don't fill
with wonder when you speak,
and i loathe the stilted
way you make me speak.