Losing Touch

Losing touch is a knife with two blades

One for more and one for less

And so it goes that there is a one and only

Thing I love more than peace itself

It is war

So when there are shit jobs to do

I love it

Do you hear Mense?



Copyright B E Saunders 2016

This is to note the day that I found out the difference between splitting up with your family members by gender, Jane, Claire and Stuart Saunders, is the same as losing touch.  Therefore I disown them and any claim that they may have over my namesake and his lost tribe called Robertson.  I hereby declare them out of the Clan Donnechae.  And Straunraer.


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