A bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."
Some draws speak louder than wins. This is where the fight-back begins. Away, on a four, down to ten; And denied a stone last minute pen. Gary, honest as he is strong, Will never stay down for long.
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