The mother of invention...

HERE WE GO

Old vine moonshine new wine speak to my heart

My heart aches for the plans that we made

Made in England in the good old days

Ways that were wise once in another world

Other world charm we had it in spades

Fades into oblivion like the lights

The lights that stayed so bright for so long

Longing for a past that cannot return

Gurning like a fool outside the pub

The public face that still thinks that it’s cute

Cute as a cucumber cut into bits

Bits and pieces freeze on the candelabra

Brass monkeys wouldn’t be seen dead out there

Here we go the mother of invention…

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