Kieron

This awful strumpet year, sea crashing on rocks baby, is going to be different, down to the city by train, nothing about maybe, hate long journeys in the rain, it’s only my fear, pray long distance to Our Lady, I won’t wallow in tears no need to feel ashamed, when you call me crazy, the water is my holy grail, Sparta Corinth yesteryear, I was a pirate trading, let me make it clear, assure you I’m not lazy, fill this ship with lading, bring you peace of St Saviour, I will find a way.