Pure Thought by Simon Ford

Don't think too long about it
Believe you're strong without it
It's real it's new it's absence unrefinded
Find a clock before it slips my mind

Day-late flowers lying lonely behind
A security grill
These Lemonade legs still thrill
A gradient to the clouds or the vestibule

It's real it's new
So out of time

Might find an odd sock
I'm so sweetly entwined
It might be you we'll see
Why prove yourself to me

If it's the Puriton that free's your mind
Then subscribe
Climb that gradient
Then confide

The longitude
Your prison your wisdom
You decide
Before it slips my mind

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