Reed bed. (past tense) 

The roll call changes each and every night 

as  that bell that often rings on itself

As a reply comes above raised voices

That depends on are we more than just old friends.
The atlas of cocktail served in art glasses 

Creations of A television show for the world 

The credits roll with missing names of the forgotten 

whilst the children are sleeping below 

whilst mother sings ancient songs 

of reed beds and poses.
The roll call changes each and every night 

as that bell often rings on itself

As a reply comes above raised voices

That depends on are we more than just old friends.
As time sets in across the stanley road 

Typewriter bells and rotating lines

As you wade amongst elegantly wasted papers

And tiredness shows in the tongue tied.

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