Wild Woman

Unmanned, like a bull bereft of all; a flaccid decoration without use; at least if thee had what I have thou could be a woman; eunuch hiding your treasure for marriage and hypocrisy. And leave me with empty decoration; rings without sense, dresses without purpose. Go about your business thou say I want nothing to do with thee now; yet

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“Steppin’ Out”

Just a comment on lurve.     When Julie Christie steps from Ormondroyd’s lorry. Swinging her carefree hair Down Bradford streets And on the soundtrack A flute plays happy jazzy music, That’s how I want to feel.   I am tired, no bed for the night, A lift has dropped me off In some Black Country town Redditch? Hanley? Burslem?

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