Well here we are again: it’s November
The fireworks crack through the Salford night air
I guess Guy Fawkes, like Xmas, gets earlier
Each year. Stayed in today and got somewhere
With my ‘World War three’ suite of three songs. They’re
About war. The middle one is ‘Nazi’
The last few days I’ve been worried, for there
Is someone thinking that’s what I could be
Had to email him to say, ‘That’s not me’
Crazy! Got two old friends with phone numbers
I should ring, when I get time. Was prepared
To do that tonight, but still not had tea
At quarter to eleven! Neighbours are
Quiet. (Relationship beyond repair?)
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