Refreshed by a cuppa after my wine
A change of MP3 selection too
Sat by the Trent in Newark, weather fine
These small delights perk us up, clean the view
Like windscreen wipers doing what they do
Except when they squeak; then they’re annoying
And my tea’s turned into an ambient brew
And all the new songs are too hard rocking
And no guarantee of this sun lasting
The pendulum swings both ways; we incline
With it, half-full, half-empty, never to
Know stillness till the big clock stops ticking
So grease the roller coaster one more time
And hold tight as the world spins around you
Thur 24 July 2008
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