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