Brickhead.
no know wot a brick feels like
head feels heavy.
Conversation over a drink last night.
The conversation was good
so another drink an' yet another.
and more conversation.
Sore head now, the last one must have had something wrong with it.
Sunlit day, bright and clear. Unlike the head, throbbing dimness to a hissing ear,
A silent morning, Saturday, no workmen outside, no-one on the streets.
Coffee is made, that is good.
Ahhhh!
And there is more nonsense in the mail today, the brothers have yet another opinion.
Now they are four, opinions.
and brothers.
And only one treasure to be divided.
A treasure indivisible.
Solve that if you will!
The cat is content today.
no know wot a brick feels like
head feels heavy.
Conversation over a drink last night.
The conversation was good
so another drink an' yet another.
and more conversation.
Sore head now, the last one must have had something wrong with it.
Sunlit day, bright and clear. Unlike the head, throbbing dimness to a hissing ear,
A silent morning, Saturday, no workmen outside, no-one on the streets.
Coffee is made, that is good.
Ahhhh!
And there is more nonsense in the mail today, the brothers have yet another opinion.
Now they are four, opinions.
and brothers.
And only one treasure to be divided.
A treasure indivisible.
Solve that if you will!
The cat is content today.
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