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.
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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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