April Blows The Rain

by

Neil Heron

One a.m on the albert bridge,London owes me a score.Racing greens too far from my head and an ex girlfriend can only bore.She doesnt owe me money and I will blow another ton,on a game or race somewhere if gambling raises the sun from sleeping beneath bridges in my city bridges in my town briges in my village bridges of a clown,smile sweetheart,you are the rent,romania wont cough,late june for your honey last spring with a jewish prof.Thanks for the wrongfull dissmissal and the walk down stairs of stone,saint petersberg in summer will be our final home,bang the drums tonight my friends I cant pray for light,Sofia and Bucharest are well within my sight.

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