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| Pete Atkin sings
Doom From A Room by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Like a saint on the fire Like a guru's funeral pyre Just a blur Thoughts occur In a slur Like a fog on the bay Like a hog washed away It's a mist But the gist Might exist Like a cat on a rail Like the next note up the scale Count to ten Pause and then Down again Like a poet in a loft Like a sherbet growing soft Easy now You've been a wow Take a bow | |||||
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