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In Camden town there is a clown
Who’s crazy days are wild
This clown never seems to frown
Not that you’d notice, his manner mild
Games to play he has in store
Anticipation he does feel
It’s his rules, his clown law
Everyone knows the deal
He won’t stray from his plan
This path he loves to take
No-one will rule this nutty man
For his madness is insane
So a drink he takes into him
Awash with dreams and ideas
His mind a hive of activity and sin
That sets his soul on fire
That drink leads from one to another
As he awaits his friends alone
Oh how their heads will suffer
They’ll need a priest to atone
When the sun rises tomorrow
They’ll pray for bed
Crawling into their burrows
They’ll sleep like the dead
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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