Technique

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Her husband works in jodrell bank, he's home late in the morning,



Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies.



In the morning i go walking, it helps the hurting soften,



I've seen a lot of places, 'cos i miss her very often.



But i could never work there, what a shame that i'm not clever,



It's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "a level" passes.



What chance so long ago, i buried something i should know.



Verse and chapter they unfurl, - and sprinkle it upon the world. name it.



Technique !



Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,



And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.



Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.



Technique !



Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,



And i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.


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