All The King's Men By John Winn

It's up to you the public don't decide I'm ready when you're ready and that's no lie I'm waiting for this fairy tale to break Once upon a time has never been so late It's a story worth 6 pence Not really 8 or 10 5 pounds your limit and then you're back again I know I didn't do you anything wrong You just got bored of me Just like you got bored of this song So pack your bags sir mind the step By gosh no it's not heaven yet Just join me in this last singalong 'Cause by the time we've all finished We'll be all long gone Cause we're all the king's men (in a way) We're the last of the king's men (so to say) I'll wake up one of these days.

Copyright © John Winn 2006

Poetry - Chasing The Current By Stacie Brady

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Poetry - Hulling It By Nicholas Long

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Poetry - City Sky By Katherine Horrex
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Poetry - Files and Patience By Sue Hardy

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