To be sane in such a mad world is madness itself
A cure it seems is to leave your woes on the shelf
That’s where so it seems I just happen to come along
String’s Ting, poetry, banter and the occasional song
Well actually these days more songs than not
And before anyone asks I never had the plot
There will be swear words is a cast Iron fact
It’s due to the kind of contributors I attract
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