A wallet full of receipts. No cash tells tales of an opulent past!
I don't know who was producing more fumes, the old car or its driver!
Ice covers the ground and frost nips at my fingers. Summers fading dream
You see I don't wear a poppy but you don't see what is in my heart
Clearing up autumn's leaves in a swirling autumn breeze - "Leaves 1, me nil!
The city in the distance is in sunshine - why am I under cloud?
