Ambassador Topic -

Pleasure

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I’m me, I’m you

The fascinating minds of the fallen

I’m me, I’m you

Everyone’s a member, this club of mine, all that comes to mind, I know it too. Don’t fret don’t scare I’ll...

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Dinner is at 8

Dinner is at 8

From the city of the insidious where we rob the penniless
indigenous as far as the city stretch...

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Spirit Level

Breathe A Gain

Spirit Level

Coming to that problem solving method,
Divided from stress selects an acquired.
In beating...

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Oceans of Lust

Oceans of Lust

I drowned all my angels
in oceans of lust
and swam to the depths of your
black heart...

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A Stunt Plain

Obvious

 A Stunt Plain

Wholeheartedly assured, seeing what is on offer,
Reserved passions are surrendered for the lover....

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COMPARING YOU AND THE WORLD

The world is amazing and beautiful too
Without sounding patronising so are you
A thing of...

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Polished Practical

Mindset To Race

Polished Practical

A decision to go up through the gears,
To make more of union to dispel fears,
Leads to...

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To An End

Game Plays

To An End

Raunchy manifestations of dancing, for life,
Tricks object of vision to attending to relief.
...

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NIXON'S OF ABBEY STREET

Situated at the bottom of an industrial street
A shop selling jeans that couldn't be beat
...

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Impasse to contentment

Impasse to contentment

Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an...

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Ernest

My dear little chap, he lay fair and true,
Content was he, among the cooling dew.
Replete...

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Orbit- uary

Orbit- uary

When I was eight..
a kite I made,
I made it bright,
strong and tight,
It was a...

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MY OLD RADIO (RADIO SILENCE)

Radio silence is on my radio once more
Would be nice to hear a song that's for sure
I hear...

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JUNE 13TH 2020

Eating sandwiches in the cathedral grounds
Listening to birds singing such sweet sounds
...

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MY FRIEND THE STAR

My friend the star is winking at me
Twinkling so bright like a star should be
I tell the...

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He’s not real

He’s not real

He stands in the center of the fields of corn
If he only could he would blow his horn
But...