Genesis
There's always been Ethel
isn't it time you tidied your room now
and Mr Thomas is he getting any better now
mowing his lawn
Sunday market, all sundry
roast pork and frilly laces
and I remember the voice from the past
Getting better in your verte garden
with red azaleas awash and pool full
a slithering grass snake
to awaken the soul
there's a pancrea for those in a rush
when the sun is alight
due lovers, gambling your fortune
its one big swoop
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