"Have you got any soul?"
a woman asks the next afternoon.
That depends ,
I feel like saying; some
days yes, some days no.
A few days ago I was
right out; now I've got loads,
too much, more than i can
handle I wish I could
spread it a bit more evenly,
I want to tell her,
get a better balance,
but I can't seem to get it sorted,
I can see she wouldn't
be interested in my internal
stock control problems though.
so I simply point to
where I keep the soul I have,
right by the exit,
just next to the blues."
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