Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours.
Don't take it personal - the day's dull
it's the liminal i'm after to make fun
of evenings bored awake
don't wake me i'll sleep 'till tomorrow
i'll beg, steal or borrow
gently drift away
don't break it up, no taking off, i'm turning over after you go
don't wake me i'll sleep in - it's no...
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