At the signpost of the last shattering

I thought I’d find Percy,

whiskey in hand.

But ay no, ay no,

just metal shot through,

wind bleeding,

and stars to plug the holes

	JCL on Quiet solace
	JCL on Pause to consider
	JCL on I put my finger on realit…
	Leanne Cole on In no hurry
	Tansy Gunnar on How is it that not every song…

	JCL on Quiet solace
	JCL on Pause to consider
	JCL on I put my finger on realit…
	Leanne Cole on In no hurry
	Tansy Gunnar on How is it that not every song…

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