Frank E Gibbard Posted January 7, 2014 Share Posted January 7, 2014 Angst about war and class divisionThings I brood on cloud my visionSuch as exude from any televisionIn nature of all that no good newsDisquiet as much as you can useBlast-intrudes into a piece of peaceMy meagre grasp of sweet solitudeBy Life's unfairnesses duly screwedNot enough's good in this old worldNo more rhyme nor a reason I fear Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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