This is a quick story of my life situation over the last two years, coupled with deaths and sickness, lol, have managed to keep the day job though.
My house was smashed, broken and torn, All walls were holes full of light, So I moved into town to another small place, Where the walls could seal airtight. Then boxing day came in the summer of sun, We left the air con on for our dog, And the electrics broke and fire ensued, Filling the house with a dark sooty smog. Another quick move to a place by a lake, A caravan I now proudly call home. With a bed and a chair, two windows and fridge, Now I can simply roam. My housing’s fluid, from farm to a river, To city, to the suburbian day. I’ve become like a gypsy, ready to move, Prepared for a new place to lay.
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