When was I blacklisted? Looking back I can see they must have shut me down in the 90s because I was writing at the paper about how the village was violating the constitution for nonsense reasons. The village said someone had to replace their yellow awning with a different color. Talk about a slippery slope.
I must have been very disruptive. I didn’t understand then that I was not there to tell the truth. I was there to sell things and to hide the truth. No one ever told me. They just fired me and acted like it was a crime to send my book to a big literary agent.
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Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town at the Magistrate's decision
Winter Song lyrics
When winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
When winter comes howling in
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through my head
And rain-splattered windows make me decide to stay in bed
Do I spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he were dead
Or do I pull my bed-clothes higher, dream of summertime instead
When winter comes howling in
When the creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town at the Magistrate's decision
When winter comes howling in
When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module, he's an American astronaut
Do you spare one thought for Jesus who had nothing but his thoughts
Who got busted just for talking and befriending the wrong sorts
When winter comes howling in
When winter comes howling in