When he said that the horses
That we could rely on
I had not worry but the glow
Of a new romance
And it was a comfort lost
To glimpse the cars
Out the window
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Making stuff from scratch in the wild
They're British. They're Fabulous. They're Almost Humorous.
Agnostic-Looking for Liberals In The Postmodern Wilderness
Poetry, stories and some random words...