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One afternoon when dreaming in the kitchen

Many miles from the town of Hitchin

Heating soup on an electric hob

I found the need to get a steady job

From the starting block I had to dash

To get a pile of ready cash

 

I landed deep inside a city

Siren screams that sounded pretty

Rows of fast-moving traffic police

The road was new and I found a piece

We followed nestled at the back

When space appeared beyond Iraq

 

© Sean Ransom  29/3/2020

 

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Sean P. Ransom

I have grown up around music and realise it's universality. I aim to enable as many individuals to come together in peace throughout the world. I have specialist knowledge and feel driven towards the pursuit of fun and happiness.

Categories Lyrics, Poetry