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Comments about Jack Meads
Sat on my hill-I laughed and cried
in equal measure till my eyes had dried.
My heart stood still then it started again,
tomorrow's future, yesterday's pain.
Sat on my hill and thought about times'
when I looked at the stars and asked them for signs,
signs for tomorrow and signs from the past'
the answers they gave left me aghast- as I
Sat on my hill and looked out to sea
saw 3 ships a sailing, coming for me
but, which should I board-when the anchors had dropped?
forgetting the fact that my shackles were locked.
Sat on my hill as the ships ...