I wonder where that lorry goes?
For I arose at six a.m.
And as I got into my clothes
I saw the vehicle again.
So, when the night begins to creep
His day is scarcely yet begun
He travels when I am asleep
Upon his long nocturnal run.
This is the way the world is made,
Spinning and waltzing through the void
Set on a wonderful parade
While little man is thus employed.
Turning her face toward the heat
Turning her back upon the cold
While we, on tiny little feet
Gently, our busy lives unfold.
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Very gentle and reflective. Do you like early morning? I think it's my favourite time of day. This really reminds me of a verse my father used to read me when I was small - it has the same feel for me.... I can't remember what it was called, something about being up in a cherry tree and watching things happening down below but being unseen. I'm rabbitting here aren't I? Sure sign that you made me think and that I enjoyed this. Thank you. xx Debs
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Not quite sure what this is about, Keith, but I like the way it's structured and rhymed.
Slightly puzzled,
Bill
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You're right to be puzzled, Bill. My mind has been a bit scrambled recently due to one thing and another, but you taught me the motto 'keep them guessing', so maybe that's what I'm doing here. Thanks for reading it anyway. Long explanations are not always necessary, are they? Cheers.
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Fancy a pint of heavy down at Ye Old Scrambled Mind?! I know what you mean about scrambled mind state mate! Think mine's permanent! x
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