taxi poet Biography

A taxi driver full of woe,
The punter don’t know where to go,
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Words are useless, Words are bold,
Words get fainter when you get old,
Words are something we rely on,
Words are something to get by on,
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The days of my youth have long since gone by,
But the memories flood back with a smile, or a sigh,
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We are standing here together in prayer,
Not just to show that we care,
But to send our love to you,
And knowing you’ll receive it too.
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Still I’m Sad

The man has called the end of the day,
A god send to some’ the fast way,
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