Dreary Lanes of Mud and Mist,
Troughs cut through the ditch
old oaks and chestnut line the path
the hedges are full of their litter
only a few miles to go,
rather than walk in the mud
I'll walk in the grass
my trousers are wet with dew
you see me
as a bum a wanderer a crazy man
because I live louder?
Larger
many a man is jealous of me
it's not me I think, but my attitude
my way of life
as the road ends I find all the trouble is stripped away
stark naked my body enters the pool
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