Little shanks

1. Ghosts Eyes down, pick up the pace, over the hill? You’re still in the race. There’s life left to live, it’s not just the young. You’re ready to leave? Your song isn’t sung. 2. Dreams The light of day won’t rest your mind, you’re out of sorts, you’ll never find a cure for dreams.…

1. Ghosts

Eyes down, pick up the pace, over the hill? You’re still in the race. There’s life left to live, it’s not just the young. You’re ready to leave? Your song isn’t sung.

2. Dreams

The light of day won’t rest your mind, you’re out of sorts, you’ll never find a cure for dreams. A knife to slice the vines of your sweet paradise?

3. Coffee

I’m awake, yes I am, I’m awake yes it’s true. But to make myself sure, I’ll just have a quick brew. Colombian?, A dark sense of intrigue foreboding my future procurement of SOMETHING exploding.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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