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Without you every morning wuold be like going back to work after holiday
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and nothing to do with it
Without you I'd have to leave my stillborn poems on other people's doorsteps, wrapped in
brawn paper
Without you there'd never be sauce to put sausage butties
Without you plastic flowersin shop windows would just be plastic flowers in shop windows
Without you I'd spend my summers picking morosely over the remains of train crashes
Without you white birds would wrench themselves free from my paintings and fly off dripping
blood into the night
Without you green apples wouldn't taste greener
Without you Mothers wouldn't let their children play out after tea
Without you every musician in the world would forget how to play the blues
Without you Public Houses would be public again
Without you the Sunday Times colour supplement would come out in black-and-white
Without you indifferent colonels would shrug their shoulders and press the button
Without you they'd stop changing the flowers in Piccadilly Gardens
Without you Clark Kent would forget how to become Superman
Without you Sunshine Breakfast would only consist of cornflakes
Without you there'd be no colour in Magic colouring books
Without you Mahler's 8th would only be performed by street musicians in derelict houses
Without you they'd forget to put the salt in every packet of crisps
Without you it would be an offence punishable by a fine of up to £200 or two months
imprisonment to be found in possession of curry powder
Without you riot police are massing in quiet sidesteers
Without you all streets would be one-way the other way
Without you there'd be no one not to kiss good night when we quarrel
Without you the first Martian to land would turn around and go away again
Without you they'd forget to change the weather
Without you blind men sell unlucky heather
Without you there would be no landscapes, no stations, no houses, no chipshops, no quiet villages, no seagulls on beaches, no night, no morning, there'd be no city, no country
Without you..