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It’s late in the evening,
The sun left last week.
Like the clock, always ticking,
I just cannot sleep.
I heard you were nearby,
But we never speak.
I’m telling you now how I feel.
The moon keeps its mocking,
The stars shed no light.
I can’t see for looking,
What’s wrong and what’s right.
I heard you knew something,
I hid out of sight.
So I’m telling you now that I feel.
The pen seems to fail me,
The paper is bald.
It sits there, just staring.
While I’m growing old.
Where was the ending?
The tale never told?
And I’m telling you now it’s for real.
I can’t face the phone call,
I can’t bridge the line.
Perhaps you will come round,
Perhaps I’ll be fine.
The tale has no ending,
Or is it just mine.
Perhaps it’s just something I feel.
The sun left last week.
Like the clock, always ticking,
I just cannot sleep.
I heard you were nearby,
But we never speak.
I’m telling you now how I feel.
The moon keeps its mocking,
The stars shed no light.
I can’t see for looking,
What’s wrong and what’s right.
I heard you knew something,
I hid out of sight.
So I’m telling you now that I feel.
The pen seems to fail me,
The paper is bald.
It sits there, just staring.
While I’m growing old.
Where was the ending?
The tale never told?
And I’m telling you now it’s for real.
I can’t face the phone call,
I can’t bridge the line.
Perhaps you will come round,
Perhaps I’ll be fine.
The tale has no ending,
Or is it just mine.
Perhaps it’s just something I feel.
can anyone tell me if codnor has any nice tench in ... if so what tatics best to target them and peg numbers as i have not caught tench in years
Zarathustra wrote:
> Are you seated in a rocking wearing a fluffy lemon sweater surrounded by dreamy
> women?
How did you guess? ;-)
> Are you seated in a rocking wearing a fluffy lemon sweater surrounded by dreamy
> women?
How did you guess? ;-)
Are you seated in a rocking wearing a fluffy lemon sweater surrounded by dreamy women?
Not long. It was an impulse thing. Not sure whether it scans properly either, but there you go. Thanks anyway.
Very good... how long did that take you?
Sonic
Sonic
It’s late in the evening,
The sun left last week.
Like the clock, always ticking,
I just cannot sleep.
I heard you were nearby,
But we never speak.
I’m telling you now how I feel.
The moon keeps its mocking,
The stars shed no light.
I can’t see for looking,
What’s wrong and what’s right.
I heard you knew something,
I hid out of sight.
So I’m telling you now that I feel.
The pen seems to fail me,
The paper is bald.
It sits there, just staring.
While I’m growing old.
Where was the ending?
The tale never told?
And I’m telling you now it’s for real.
I can’t face the phone call,
I can’t bridge the line.
Perhaps you will come round,
Perhaps I’ll be fine.
The tale has no ending,
Or is it just mine.
Perhaps it’s just something I feel.
The sun left last week.
Like the clock, always ticking,
I just cannot sleep.
I heard you were nearby,
But we never speak.
I’m telling you now how I feel.
The moon keeps its mocking,
The stars shed no light.
I can’t see for looking,
What’s wrong and what’s right.
I heard you knew something,
I hid out of sight.
So I’m telling you now that I feel.
The pen seems to fail me,
The paper is bald.
It sits there, just staring.
While I’m growing old.
Where was the ending?
The tale never told?
And I’m telling you now it’s for real.
I can’t face the phone call,
I can’t bridge the line.
Perhaps you will come round,
Perhaps I’ll be fine.
The tale has no ending,
Or is it just mine.
Perhaps it’s just something I feel.