Jane Air’s Collection of Soundbites
I am eating BOTH sides of the mushroom
My only grounding tie
is my earthly existence
Who I am today is gone tomorrow
So here is my story,
With no time to rehearse,
Chapter and Verse
There is no time like now
There is no time like now
There is no time like now
So what if I try on the glass slipper
for a dare, who cares ?
My life has became as dramatic
as the weather
So what if I hang onto the ropes
Of past literary soaps
Or the tails of fairy tales ?
So cast aside
Short-term political rides !
It is a man-made spell
That has cast the weather unwell
It is the best of times,
It is the worst of climes,
With the worst of times
As yet to be defined
It is a man-made spell
That has cast the weather unwell
It is the best of times,
It is the worst of climes,
With the worst of times
As yet to be defined
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