Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Wednesday 22 June 2016
Fools gold.
I know I am a fool
but I do not like you thinking it
I know I am a fool
but I am not the fool you are
I know I am a fool
but the only person I am fooling is myself.
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