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‘Reminiscing’ by Andrew Bradford

Yeah, we were all so stupid back then

that it seems a shame

to watch as grown men cry over the pain of another lost day

Seen a lotta bad shit, the man said as he handed back the bottle

none of it makes much sense when you look at it in the clear

light of day

Maybe we can buy ourselves another shot at redemption and then

all will be good, all will be right for another night

of shakes and howls

Got to the last lesson and found myself stumped

by the physics of how we’re ever meant to be

the tiniest bit human or humane

Sitting here about half asleep

another half about stoned

but it won’t matter one iota

when the daylight breaks and exposes us all

as the frauds we always knew we were

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