The end of an era, that ends drawing nearer my local caff’s gonna close down.
This fucking pandemic has scared old folk tepid, like soulless ghosts roaming this town.

With media hype (you all know the type) that condone “WORLD WIDE PANIC” as news.
They play so irascible with tales so fantastical, themselves the sole fucks so amused.

But back to my heartbreaking news that’s awakening thoughts in my head of distain.
Another establishment bitten the dust; I wished it would snow! Never rain.

Farewell to all those folk that stayed ‘hind’ the scenes as you all made my Saturdays smile.
So sad that the time wasn’t right for you guys, I’ll be having no food for a while. 😦

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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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