Tuesdays – Written Thursday 17th November 1994 (Aged 19)


tuesdays are tough
i am on the run
and it is not much fun
another number
that does not mean much
another person to avoid
tuesdays are just so strange
what was your name?
i cannot see
it does not really matter
you will never remember me
i might as well –
be the mad hatter
and you can be alice
alone in the alternative wonderland
the day i do not always understand
it is the day when i am a cliched man
but i am just growing up
and i am no longer so young

James Garratt – Thursday 17th November 1994

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