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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
Keep on writing
October 22, 1973
I'll jump that freight train, you'll never know what you might find.
Jump the morning mail train, I'm sure you wouldn't mind.
You're such a long way away, and I'm lost hungry and cold.
You say I've just to keep on writing, and I always do what I'm told.
You've got a future on the screen, you'll be the biggest thing in years.
I saw your picture yesterday, but I didn't see any tears.
I say I'm missing you, you say you're missing me more.
You tell me to keep writing and I always do what I'm told.
Someone said you were going to be one of our biggest stars.
But you tell me we need to keep things just the way they are.
I got a typed letter from you, same as the one before.
It told me to keep writing and I always do what I'm told.
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