[ typed in a west country accent]
oh little blog we've had some fun
but you've been sitting on the back burner, where you've burned your bum
i'm not going to make promises, though you are my chum
but things probably won't change until I stop living with my mum.
there av' been times i've written when feeling glum,
an im 'appy to say you've kept fire in my tum.
i've dreamt of dreams, things old and new
and like a 21st century diary I feel somewhat close to you.
so i won't say goodbye in fear of seeming rude,
we'll just sit now, have a drink and read some good food.
becomings
Can I put my body in the spare room tonight
somewhere the moon wont delay sleep with light
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